My paternal grandmother died before I was born and my grandfather when I was eleven. I have some memories of him but not that many. My maternal grandparents lived in Scotland and we were in the south of England. I saw them for a week or two once a year so didn't build up much of a relationship with my grandfather especially. My maternal grandmother lived long enough to see both my children born so I did forge a stronger relationship with her, given that I had moved to the North of England by then. Ours is a very small family (father an only child, mother one of three and only one of her sister's had a child (only one again). I am an only one and both my husbands were only children. I do feel a shortage of relations and that I missed out on a sense of family. I envy people who have family reunions. I think all this spurred me on to do family history research through which I have traced a number of 'long-lost cousins', and forged some online relationships via this. Nothing you can do about it really but it is sad.
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions
Escape pain courses; Livewell.
Things that (sometimes unreasonably) get on your nerves...hopefully lighthearted




