My lovely grandson has his first communion . I celebrate all his events altho I am not Catholic but today especially I felt like an outsider. I arrived to the church alone and drove alone to the lunch after; then they all left together to go to the maternal grandparents home. They shared stories and religious knowledge. The kids barely looked at me. They do not like non religion public schools and the only time to ever hear about another religion in a favorable light might be from me but it isn't something welcomed. it is understood my religion is not theirs. the sermon made it clear who was going to hell. I went home and cried and cried. I know religion can be cruel and as the fathers mother am the less significant grandparent, but I am so hurt I cant stop crying. I know it will pass but I think I need someone to say "there, there, it will be ok." My heart is broken when those children don't even look in my direction. I'm sorry to make this post.
Passports not in the drawer I always keep them in. Turning the place upside down.