I spent the last weekend visiting my family in Sacramento, and it was an amazing experience. It was the first time in my recovery that I really felt a true to be 'part of' the family. There are no longer unspoken resentments holding us apart and I am able to enjoy my time with them. This is one of the things that I am most grateful for in my recovery. I'm sure there are lots of stories of reuniting with the family on these forums. Share yours!