This is probably one of the most difficult things I’ve blogged about. As I blogged the other day, my family got together for a family reunion as well as a memorial service for my grandparents whom passed away, each separately but joined together once again.
I flew my oldest son up from Florida for a fast weekend visit for he was extremely close with my grandparents as well. Seeing him again was great and trying to remember he was twenty-two was a challenge especially when he would have a beer or go out at night until early AM. That wasn’t the only difficult feat I had to complete, trying to understand this tall person in front of me was my son. It made my heart hurt knowing this person relied on me to make things better for him, sit with him while he was sick, first steps, first words …nothing. My youngest son is very much in my memory, only at age 13 which is now because my ex-husband and I share joint custody and I see him often. I’m trying to remember a lot of people but it seems to be the old saying; ‘Out of sight, out of mind’. It’s terrible for man of those who I love dearly... poof. I know my ex-husbands family, I’d knew for over 15 years and some I can’t place how or even remember the simplest of detail. I adore my ex-father-in-law and have a hard time keeping those many years from fading away.
My son is already 22 almost 23 and I’m getting introduced to a man who lives in Florida and visits when he can. My heart breaks
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