My son and his wife left South Africa on Friday to live in Melbourne with our two grandsons. My husband and I were fully supportive of their decision . As I type this however, the tears won't stop. The heartache is so real, it's crazy. I do find some comfort having had Facetime with them and seeing them in good spirits, but I cannot believe that the usually emotionally strong is so vulnerable. I went out to feed the plants, and I could hear the mischievous laughter of my 7 year old all around me as he'd spray me with delight during garden time. I hug the pillows on which they last slept and can't stop the deluge of tears. I plan to seek counselling as I feel as if i am grieving too much. Maybe it is too soon. Fortunately I do have a spiritual community and am trying to look at this as part of my journey. I was blessed to play a role in their lives and they will always be part of my soul family. I also see it as the Divine teaching me lessons in non-attachment. Why does it have to be this hard, though?