Grandma Visits

That close family that I grew up knowing and loving and relishing in - the one that I worked hard to maintain for the boys - I have come to realize that it no longer exists.  Visits with Grandma G have become more frequent, so at least that is good - but when dad died, the entire dynamic of my family, the family that I had grown to know and love, disappeared.  I've spent the past 10 years trying to ensure the boys know their ancestors and their living relatives - but honestly, for what?  I have been the one everyone calls for favors and help, yet most of the time when I ask, no one is there. Or if they are it's conditional and need my help in something else.  I have since slowed down being able to help everyone and what I have realized is, they no longer call.  For any reason.  So it is what it is.  The boys don't seem to mind and are doing well with it all - Gram gave me a picture of my grandfather the last time I was there to deliver her bread from Michigan and I look at it, and remember that he died not long after this picture - life is short.  He died young.  My dad died young.  I will die young.  Each day needs to be remembering that it could be the last.  My grandfather and waht appears to be Kaden......Only it's not.  Goodness did they look alike.

I need to get a picture of me holding Kaden just like this with his look he gives that is identical.  It is crazy to me how similar the features and faces are.  Love my little boy.