I scanned this photo from my grandma’s albums back in 2004 when I visited my grandparents for the first time after many years. I had sort of frozen them out of my life, and 2004 was when I started to warm back up to them. From that point on I would visit them regularly until 2009 when my grandpa died.
Fast forward to now, and all of a sudden it’s been 6 years. Due to some issues with my dad’s side of the family, I haven’t seen my grandmother in over 4 years. Another freeze, I suppose. I’ve kind of convinced myself that she’s lost her marbles already anyway, that it doesn’t make a difference if she doesn’t see me. She’s well into her 90s now, and chances are I’ll probably never see her again.
Life sure can be complicated sometimes… or, perhaps, maybe it’s just we stupid humans who make it complicated.