I arrived on Gransnet aeons ago with a poem about the simplicity of a happy day. So many lovely people joined in. Overnight our lives changed when we were allowed to see our grandchildren - meeting our little grandaughter for the first time - and we had two, wonderful, glorious, years of contact. Then our grandson was terribly, horribly, ill. Anyway, here we are again excommunicated and not able to see them. Our family is destroyed. Our grandchildren learning that people they love can be made to disappear. Our two lovely sons estranged, one broken, one angry. No day passes without tears and heartache.
How can I deal with this rude guy?
Good Morning Thursday 14th May 2026
When Is News Not Really 'News'?
When a political leader lies on their CV - can you trust them?
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. I remember the joy that we all had for Nanban, not to mention her personal happiness when it looked very much as if a reconciliation had taken place.
they tried so hard and ultimately to no avail.