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  1. I just try really hard to keep every memory I can alive in my head. I try to keep up with making new long distance things… and when it gets too much to bear I have to say I cry in a few friends shoulders and then I dump (and I mean dump) it all at the Lord’s feet and say I can’t carry this anymore…I can’t do this. The Lord looks right back at me and says “yes you can and I will help you” I whine a bit about why I can’t but he still says “yes you can and I will help you” we go through this sometimes two times sometimes fifteen ! Yes it depends on how stubborn I am on Letting go and Letting God! In the end I finally am ready for him to pick up all that I dumped at His feet and make it a fresh start again for me. #thankful2God4carryingme

    1. That sounds so depressing as I read that in black and white and it wasn’t meant to be. I send them books they love books…. I try to face time with them. I address their packages to them individually to make them feel special. Making photo albums like Kim has done has been in my mind for awhile I just need to do it! So sorry if I cam off depressing every word I said is true but not depressed. 🙂💗 luv those grands

  2. I have never known anything but long distance grand parenting. I too had this fantasy of what it would be like when my children were grown and had families of there own (cue screeching brakes, shattered glass and crunching metal)…. nothing is even close to reality. I thought moving “home” next door to my parents after 18 years away would somehow be the beginning of a great gathering. Nope. Honestly, my two children who were my “most likely’s” to live nearby with their families ended up divorced within six months of marriage and swear they aren’t ever doing that again or having children. My oldest has 3 boys, lives 500 miles away and his family is complete. I love these boys and we see them 3-4 times a year. Somehow though, I believed having 1/2 a dozen children meant I would have loads of grandchildren to dote on, and of course some would live nearby. I still hold out hope for my youngest… she’s 20. We shall see.

    1. I hear you! I remind myself (often) that the only option is to make the best of my situation. Sometimes…that feels impossible, doesn’t it? Hugs. I love you, my friend.

    2. Oh, how I can relate. We raised 4 kids and I had great hopes of all of them living within a couple hours of driving time! Alas! They’re all married and the only one that lives within that two hours hasn’t spoken to us in 2 years😥. One lives in Saudi with his wife and 2 daughters (ages 5 & 2), so we rarely get in person time with them. Another lives with his wife and daughter about 14 hours away. They allow us to visit once or twice a year. The last one lives in in Oregon (we live in Michigan). She and her hubby don’t plan on any kids. It’s hard not to be able to interact and play with the granddaughters.

      1. {[Hugs]} I so understand! It is such a struggle when reality looks very different from our dreams. Praying for you and all the moms and grandparents with aching hearts!

  3. I can seriously relate to this situation . It is hard and I too built the big house with a wrap around porch , swing and a pool thinking we would gather all the time . Circumstances changed and I struggle … but the words of smiling because it happened helped this morning .

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