My paternal grandfather, Grandpa Ball, died early yesterday morning from a heart attack.
I haven't seen him in about 20 years.
My family has taken so much from me in so many ways... I can't fathom how I'm supposed to feel comfortable going, "Hey, remember me? The Sister/Daughter/Niece you so casually let slip away from your life? Yeah... oh, I'm doing okay. Would have been nice to have spent the last 20 years of my life with you."
My sister, Beth, and I spend time together but I'm awkward. I want to feel happy and Sisterly around her. I love her. I love my sister, Riki, too. But... they knew me as a child and I'm this unknown adult now.
I'm friends with my biological father on Facebook. That's our relationship. I haven't seen him in ten years... and before that another ten. He sent me cheese for Christmas. He's seen my son once when he was a wee baby.
I don't have any grandparents now. They're all dead. It's surreal. And, at the end of all of their lives I was a stranger.
My husband says it's my family that should rush to embrace me. I feel like all of it is my fault, however. I feel that, at 12, when papers were signed, that somehow I let it happen...
My Grandpa Ball never met his great grandson. Grandma Ball didn't either.
I haven't seen him in about 20 years.
My family has taken so much from me in so many ways... I can't fathom how I'm supposed to feel comfortable going, "Hey, remember me? The Sister/Daughter/Niece you so casually let slip away from your life? Yeah... oh, I'm doing okay. Would have been nice to have spent the last 20 years of my life with you."
My sister, Beth, and I spend time together but I'm awkward. I want to feel happy and Sisterly around her. I love her. I love my sister, Riki, too. But... they knew me as a child and I'm this unknown adult now.
I'm friends with my biological father on Facebook. That's our relationship. I haven't seen him in ten years... and before that another ten. He sent me cheese for Christmas. He's seen my son once when he was a wee baby.
I don't have any grandparents now. They're all dead. It's surreal. And, at the end of all of their lives I was a stranger.
My husband says it's my family that should rush to embrace me. I feel like all of it is my fault, however. I feel that, at 12, when papers were signed, that somehow I let it happen...
My Grandpa Ball never met his great grandson. Grandma Ball didn't either.
as for your other relatives, they may have slipped, but that's not necessarily a chronic condition. i'm just saying, don't cynically abandon hope - you "have to" do the family thing, you can take it like meeting new people but with substantially more to talk about - just dont rule out the possibility that some of them may be at least a little awesome.