I can really empathise with this. I admit that I'm the one who 'moved away', from the US to England over 20 years ago. And my daughter in her late teens and twenties visited at least once a year, and I visited there usually twice a year. Since the grandchildren arrived I felt that I didn't want them to travel long distances with babies and toddlers, but then found out my granddaughters first birthday was spent at an in-laws in Florida where they had to fly to get to. Now the children are in school and they have never visited me once! They went on a Caribbean holiday this year, but can't be bothered to come to the UK. I am made to feel very welcome when I visit them, but I had 'dreams' of grandchildren visiting me at my house and it will probably never happen.
What is the most random school memory you have?

As you say, you’re lucky to be alive.