my kids lived far apart. If it took a plane ride or a road trip to get them together it would be easier to see them apart. but it is not space, but choice, that is tearing our family down. My kids grew up incredibly close. less than 5 years separated the three of them, and our house was full of laughter and noise and tears and hugs….
They grew up and became adults. Life got in the way and we had some ups and downs — but they had each other. we had barbecues and family dinners. Family vacations when all of us — 12 of us — stayed in one house for a week or more. Boat trips and impromptu beerpong in the back yard.
But then it changed. one of them has become joined to someone who has a power trip like non other. And it has torn my kids apart. Rarely do I get to see the 7 grandchildren together, to plan a party or a dinner and know they will all be here. I miss it. And, maybe it was inevitable, but it makes me sadder than I can say.