I've always said that it takes a Village to raise my children.
And it's true.
Since I split from my husband 3 years ago,
I've relied on my village to help me out.
And now that period of support has come to an end.
My mother and stepfather are moving away.
My grandmother is moving away.
My dad is moving away.
For the past few years, we've all lived in the same town,
within a mile or two of each other.
And now, hundreds and thousands of miles are going to separate us.
My Village is gone.
It's gutted.
It's become a ghost town.
I'm devastated.
Not only will I miss their companionship and our regular family dinners,
but I will also miss their help and support in raising my boys.
I suddenly feel so very alone.
Left behind.
Abandoned.
So, please excuse my funk.
It's going to take a while to grieve this huge life change.
4 comments:
Hang in there...it is possible. I've been through this, too...the worst is when you have to go in for a surgery and everyone you know is working! But it will work out...I've survived losing my village.
BTW, it's been nearly 10 years, however, I only have one daughter...but you can do this thing!! I know you can
Where is your dad going?
Hugs, sweetie. You are strong and smart and beautiful. You and your boys will be fine, but grieving is good.
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