It's going to be a little rough here, our lives are going to change for the worst and it's about a little 7 year old boy. Right now I am hovering at boiling point, and then come down with tears streaming down my face, but the fight is it really over? I wrote this sometime ago but just could not bring myself to post it. As a grandparent you only have privilages and no rights, you are at the will of parents. They decide what is right for them and sometimes you know it's not but you are unable to even be heard. Since I wrote this everything is on hold, my son started fighting for his child again maybe cause his scared of his mother like grandson says.Lol But I don't think he will ever take Daughter in Law back again. I know there is two sides to every story and pointing fingers at anyone is wrong cause 4 point back at you.And he did wrong too .....
I know those tears from long ago, just after my Dad past away, they used to come rolling at the sound of a song, a stray moment, sometimes while driving to work. A ache deep down in my heart, moments of regret that I never made the final trip back to lay a flower on his grave. Now there is no grave only the waves where his ashes floated away. Closure never really came ... maybe I should have followed my own heart and flown back home, not listened to family advice. We celebrate his life in September. I need to thank my beautiful friend Rosie for helping me let go and letting him across over.
At a recent family gathering we chatted about My Dad and Ex stepmother, who accepted me as one of her daughters, my kids as her grandchildren. But My uncle only saw the hurt in my father's eyes when they seperated.Dad was not prefect too ... My beautiful aunt also came to her defence for all the kindness shown to my grandmother. I will love her for that for ever. Hester has remarried and is now living in PE as far as I know. If only I could find her eldest daughter who is now living in Sydney somewhere ... maybe someday our paths will cross again.
Our family is so small and getting less by the day as Dad's brothers and sister are aging too. And now we sitting in Oz far away from our roots, happy to be here, so glad I have my kids and grandkids here too. But my heart will break if that little boy and his mother decide to go back.
Santa and Mrs. Claus from vintage photos - Sometimes I wonder if I have too much time on my hands and I should just go and get a real job. Because I find myself obsessed with odd crafting ideas and ...
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