Family

I have that feeling that we’ve grown apart.

Part of it’s getting older, and everyone getting their own busy lives. Part of it’s distance. So when they do plan group events to make sure they keep in touch, I simply can’t attend, or am not invited. When back, if I don’t take it upon myself to go visit each of them one by one I’ll never see them. Their children don’t remember my face, or my name. I’m just some guy that their parents know.

It’s a little strange. Living so far away there are times when I really just want to hear from them, yet none are available. Then there is the once in a blue moon conversation on IM, or a text message, but that’s almost as rare as me traveling back for a visit.