I can really empathise with this. I admit that I'm the one who 'moved away', from the US to England over 20 years ago. And my daughter in her late teens and twenties visited at least once a year, and I visited there usually twice a year. Since the grandchildren arrived I felt that I didn't want them to travel long distances with babies and toddlers, but then found out my granddaughters first birthday was spent at an in-laws in Florida where they had to fly to get to. Now the children are in school and they have never visited me once! They went on a Caribbean holiday this year, but can't be bothered to come to the UK. I am made to feel very welcome when I visit them, but I had 'dreams' of grandchildren visiting me at my house and it will probably never happen.
What was the name of the corner shop you went to as a child?
Am I being taken for granted, or is this just what being a grandparent is today?



As you say, you’re lucky to be alive.