I don’t have a typical family: I was raised mostly by my aunt, although there was no question who my parents were. My aunt was an aunt by marriage, and there is no question that she loves me like her own children. FWIW, she has four biological children, and then adopted a foster child, but he often says she has six children. She also had her sisters kids under her roof for about a year when her sister went through a divorce.
My family is very close, with cousins growing up going to the same Jewish day school when we were young and seeing one another on virtually all the holidays. I am “Aunt” to my cousins kids, and they are aunts and uncles to my son.
My family looks more like this:
My aunt and uncle who raised me; my son; my husband: people with whom I share unconditional love, and the loss of whom would send me into deep mourning, and alter my life significantly.
My brother, my first cousins, my grandparents, my aunt’s parents, my father, my in-laws, my other aunts and uncles, my nieces and nephews I know well; pets: people with whom I have shared unconditional love, but whose death, after mourning, I would get over and go on.
My mother: not unconditional, and in a class by itself.
My cousins, some of whom are second cousins, who I don’t see as often; my nieces and nephews I have met just a couple of times, my brother- and sister-in-law I have seen just a few times, my extended in-laws (ie, my brother’s wife’s brother): strong affection and camaraderie, and I would formally mourn them, but I don’t necessarily have intense feelings I would describe as “love” for them, albeit, I probably could if I spent more time with them.
I don’t have any family I can “take or leave.”