My family, part 2

Woke up at 9am this morning with my brain in full throttle. My mood is a bit unsettled, but I'm determined not to get too down about it. Nihil desperandum.
My friend who has aspergers and his partner are coming round for dinner later, which I'm really looking forward to. We're having a sort of christmas dinner with all (or some of) the trimmings. I expect we'll have lots of music, talking and laughter. Lovely.
In my blog entitled "My Family", I listed the people who I consider to be my family. In my haste I omitted to mention five people with whom I have that relationship. I will now redress that omission.
I have already told you about a friend who lives fairly locally. We were at uni together. Well his brother and I have become very close. He is one of the most thoughtful & sensitive people I know, but he does his best to disguise it. He is actually very capable but doesn't see it. He has a wicked sense of humour which is right up my street. He is separated from his wife and has now found a partner. What a lovely girl. She has a lovely way of being able to talk to all sorts of people, and you always feel better for having spoken to her. She is a professional person who has achieved a lot in her field, yet is completely without airs.
Another friend and her sister live in the west country. That friend knows several people that I know, but completely independent of myself, and in different times and places from myself. She has a huge intellectual mind which I find stimulating. She laughs at all the silly things I find funny, and enjoys the music I play. I have spent many happy hours in her company. It was she that noticed that I may have ASD. What a good friend to say so. Her sister and I have become close. She is such fun, has a huge personality, and is a bloody good laugh. She is a serious and deep thinker. We have lots of fun playing piano duets.
Finally, there is one family member who is sadly no longer with us. In my blog "Another Ordinary Night" I spoke a little about a lady who had lived with disability all her life, and had spent her life rising above it. She had such a big heart. She was completely non-judgemental, and showed kindness and understanding to those who were downtrodden and rejected by society. I was such a person when I first met her. She was a tower of goodness, and an inspiration to me. Earlier this year she was admitted to hospital with a chest infection. The staff there didn't give her the medication she was already taking, and as a result she suffered a massive stroke. She died. I find all this so harrowing. I think of her so often, mostly good thoughts, but am still haunted by what I saw. My presents to people are always small, and my last present to her was the smallest of all: I played the organ for the services at the crematorium and church.
That is all.