My son, dil, and my granddaughter are moving abroad at the end of May, it has come round so quickly and the realisation of it all hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday.
I have encouraged them to go with their dream of moving/working abroad, I would never dream of doing otherwise, they have the rest of their lives to enjoy and make a go of it.
But deep inside I am broken hearted, I adore my beautiful gdd she is only two and the light of my life. Of course I love my son too.
I need a coping strategy, and need to keep going till the awful day we wave goodbye at the airport, any suggestions welcome!
Is it me or am I getting mixed messages