For me it’s the feeling of being redundant, no longer needed, that I find most hard to accept, although of course I know it’s perfectly natural that they all have their own lives, partners, children etc and that’s exactly how it should be. Indeed I’ve been warning my husband for the past few years that the time will come when they don’t want to come over for mum’s roast dinner and family get-together every Sunday because they have other things to do. But now it has happened I am shocked by how bereft I feel, it’s as bad as when my eldest daughter emigrated to the States. Almost feels like a bereavement- but then I talk to friends who really do have something to complain about, have had devastating things happen to them, and realise how incredibly lucky I really am. As so many others have said, you just have to find other things to enjoy and make new friends to enjoy them with! Hey ho, onward and upward....
