I spend a lot of time writing about my kids.. but usually only about the two living with me and I refer to them as ‘the youngest’ and ‘the eldest’ but of course I have two others left left back in the old country.
The eldest daughter, as you’ve heard mention of, has just had her third child. We chat fairly regularly but nowhere near as regularly as I’d like. For preference I’d like her over here with me… but it looks more and more likely that just ain’t gonna happen. Apart from her getting older… and having more kids… I have serious doubts that if they wait much longer they’ll not get though the bureaucracy. And as time drifts inexorably, the window of opportunity is slowly closing.
The eldest son… well the only son actually… seems to be doing well enough. I’ve no real idea as he rarely contacts me. He has all sorts of ‘issues’ with me… starting with his mother and I divorcing and carrying on to his wedding… which we wanted to attend… but couldn’t because of the wife’s thyroid cancer.
Naturally everything is my fault… who else could be blamed after all. I suppose I could call him but that would just create more angst… and I think there is more than sufficient in the world for the time being thank you, so unless he feels the need to call me… that’s where things stand.
The whole thing with my son is a bit of a shame really… because he’s the eldest and maybe because he’s the only boy? :)… I probably miss him more than anyone… but there again, maybe I miss the boy he *was* rather than the man he *is*.
There are days I wish I could go back armed with my knowledge and handle the divorce a little better. He was treated badly by my ex-wife and I because I was almost destitute myself… didn’t even have a phone… I was almost unable to have any contact with him at all for several years by which time the chip was well and truly loaded on his shoulder.
Life can be quite sad sometimes and there’s no going back to right wrongs. We just have to live with our mistakes and carry on. Still…. we can wish.
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