family

We said goodbye to my mom just a bit ago. We've been doing this long distance family thing for over seven years. I keep thinking it will get easier, but it doesn't. It changes. Our relationship is so different than it would be if she still lived twenty minutes, or even two hours away. It is good. But still, hard. Mostly the saying goodbye part. That's always hard. And the coming home without her part. Because she breathes a different kind of life into our house, and when she leaves the kids and I walk around a little lost. It's cold. We huddle under blankets and snuggle tight, we watch a movie to fill the house with noise while we adjust. It takes a bit. We'll start giggling about things that happened the last two weeks, and then we'll start looking forward to the next adventures with Grammy. Maybe Grampy, too. We'll smile, and thank our lucky stars for having such an awesome family. After all, family is everything, isn't it?