I hadn't heard a word from any family members since Christmas. Had I tried to call any of them? Of course not! They all are so busy and have different schedules and by the time I'd think to call, it was too late at night.
Pammie and I had a nice laughing conversation for 53 minutes. I hung up the phone and it was a call from Karen. We talked for about 35 minutes and then, Karen came over to bring Christmas gifts Jennifer had sent to her house.
Nice gifts from Jennifer, but my favorites included in the shipping box? Thank you notes from the 4 grand kids. I miss Jennifer's oldest boy Andrew, so much I ache.
I moved down here, just as they were moving here from Massachusetts. Andrew was 9 months old at the time. I took care of him a lot while Jen and her hubs were working and watching over the home construction. He was the smartest kid I had ever met. Even at three, he would ask the most profound questions and it got so we'd have some really deep conversations--every time I saw him. Then last year, they moved to New Jersey.
In Andrew's thank you note, he said he was saving his money for his car. CAR? Oh. Yes. I forgot. He's 15 1/2 now. The last time I saw him, on his 13th birthday, he was almost as tall as me. I would guess, he's probably taller now.
Those kids aren't on Face Book and don't have e-mail accounts so I really can't communicate with them except by normal mail.
When there is family news of any kind or photos taken, my girls and sister and grand kids all text each other. I don't have a cell phone and they forget to e-mail me the info.
So--did the notes and the gifts and the phone calls make me feel better? Momentarily, but in the long run, it just makes me realize how I am "out on the fringe" of their lives.
I remember all the things we used to do together and, oh, how I wish I could go back and do it all over again!
|Helene & me at the Saginaw Zoo--1997|