Saying Goodbyes.

Last week we said goodbye to my dad and his wife. They stopped by for one last visit before their move to southern Oregon; a four hour drive from us. If you have been following along you might remember that Grandpa Howern passed away a month and a half ago (read about it here.) Well, shortly after my dad let the ball drop and told us that he would be moving to the same town where his inlaws lived.

 

He says he will keep in touch and we will have a place to stay when we go down, and that they intend on coming up for birthday's and events and such. I really want to believe it to be true, but I am having a hard time with it. My dad can no longer drive due to a condition that he has, so that leaves it all up to April, his wife; and her health isn't superior either.

 

They have good intentions, but my heart is heavy with sorrow for my children. They love their papa and nana so much, and they do not understand why they are moving away. The little ones can't comprehend it as much as Anika, but they do realize that they won't be seeing them as often.

Anika is having a rough time. She doesn't talk about it much, but she has been far more emotional lately and all I can do is try to be there for her. She understands that they won't be there for her soccer games this spring, or school functions.

 

I know everything happens for a reason, yet I'm not quite sure yet if I agree with their reasoning's for leaving. I myself cannot comprehend why anyone would want to be out of their kids and grand kids daily lives unless it was something they had to do (for work, etc.)

 

Kids grow up so fast. Change so much.

 

Now more than ever I feel like I have to be there for them. I don't want to miss a field trip, school function, sports game. They need me. As much as I wish there were others to help Wayne and I fill in gaps with raising our children; there's not.

 

I don't understand it.

I guess I have to accept the things I can't change, and move on.

 

I live and breathe for and because of my children. Things get rough, raising them isn't easy, but it's very very rewarding.

 

~Melissa