I miss my son and my grandparents. I’m missing them a lot today. I woke up missing them.
I haven’t seen my son in nine years, my grandpa passed away six years ago, and my grandma passed two years ago.
I always get like this around the holidays. Feelings of familial absence are always more strongly felt in times where the prevalent culture’s social norm is to be or get closer to the traditional family unit. Thanksgiving and Christmas are just those times. Maybe it is because so many of my family was born around this time though. My grandpa and my sister were born on January 20th. My son’s birthday is the 29th of December. Somewhere out there, I hope he will have a fantastic birthday party with cake and friends and adopted parents who love him. Sometimes it is that hope alone that lets me sleep at night.
I miss my son and my grandparents.
