They visit here. I visit there. It seems we say goodbye over and over again. And the goodbyes are always associated with pain.
It has been eleven years since my son moved to another country. During that time, a daughter-in-law and three grandchildren have joined our family.
Their visits are wonderful as the whole family gets time to be together. The grandchildren get to know each other, brothers and sister reunite and of course, me, as the Mom, is in my glory.
When they leave, I walk around the house picking up and putting things back in place.
The air still holds their presence. I can see them on the floor, the sofa, and running around. As I walk through the empty rooms of the house, an unending flow of tears accompanies me.
I have wonderful memories of their visit, with pictures to remind me of all we have done. However, their absence is an as aching as the amputee who feels pain in the limb which is no longer there.
The house has the echo of silence and loneliness where it was once full of noise and love. Mentally, I hug them in my arms and see their faces, reliving our time together.
I know one can say goodbye to your family and put miles between you. However, we carry them in our hearts and soul because we do not just live in a world but a world lives within us.
Since so many of us have family that live far away, we would like to hear from you about your story and how you feel and deal with this situation. Please share.