Our only child and his family lived within a 45-minute drive from us for 10 years. We got to see them once a month, sometimes not even that often; but we were at least a part of their physical lives, and the kids obviously enjoyed being with us. They also greatly enjoyed our extended family, all of whom live nearby.
Out of the blue, 2 years ago they suddenly announced that they were moving 7000 miles away to her home country (where she was born and raised and where her parents and family live). Our dil frequently reminisced about growing up in her country in Eastern Europe (which she made no bones about preferring to the USA). But we had absolutely no idea that they had any plans to actually leave. In fact, they never even hinted at it.
Though they spent every summer with her family in Eastern Europe, and though her parents came to live with them here for 3-6 months/year, they never mentioned that they were considering moving there permanently. In fact, our last conversation with them prior to the announcement was a discussion of which local middle school their oldest was going to attend!
It's like having an unplanned operation, where an essential part of your body is removed and you're forced to adjust to the trauma. I'm not adjusting.
Our son and his wife and children have absolutely no idea how I feel--we try to be as upbeat as possible when Skyping, etc., which, imo, is not at all a substitute for live interaction...in fact, often I feel worse afterwards. To me, Skyping is like showing a thirsty man a picture of a glass of water. It not only doesn't quench your thirst, it makes you even more aware of your thirst.
We are semi-retired and on a fixed income, so we can only afford to travel 1/x year and even that is extremely difficult for us, as we are in our late 70s. Not to mention the fact that where they are living is not exactly a place where we feel comfortable -- the language is nearly impossible to learn, and the city in which they live is lovely and impressive for a few days of tourism, but not for grandparents visiting more than once or twice.
Yes, I've tried therapy. And meditation. And medication. I'm healthy, eat right, physically active, etc., etc. I'm also the kind of person that most people consider upbeat, cheerful, etc. -- i.e., I'm not a glass half full person. But I'm just not healing from this.
Sorry for the rant, but I just got off the phone (Skype) with them, and I'm once again blown out of the water.
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