Humans are Complicated

Mom is getting sprung from rehab tomorrow; she fell and broke her leg back in February, and has been a long time healing not least because she almost immediately caught Covid upon going into the rehab center. My siblings down south have been working on cleaning up her house and making it more maneuverable, and Mom is clearly coming to terms with the fact that while she is "going home" tomorrow it will not be her home in the same way, or ever again. Said siblings have intermittently kept me in the texting loop, and I have been monetarily and emotionally supportive as applicable. Nonetheless, the thing I grapple with is the feeling that though they are my family, they are not my family. I do not and cannot look to them for emotional or monetary support, which is fine, but still complicated.