I just dropped off my grandfather at the train station, and my heart is breaking. I know it will be a long time before I am able to see him again. Fi will want to take a honeymoon before we do any other traveling (and I do too). But then, we will start trying to get pregnant. I know I won't be able to travel once I have really young kids because it is so difficult to lug all that gear around.
I just remember my dance with my grandfather and I am extremely grateful that he made the trip for me. He doesn't fly, he will only take a train, and it took him 48 hours with layovers and delays to get here. I know asking an older man to do that is difficult when everything goes smoothly, and I know it will be a long time before I am able to see him, again. I am so upset, right now, because I never know when it will be the last time I ever get to see him. I thought I had a lot more time with my grandma, but she died suddenly. Having a dysfunctional family, many times in my life, my grandparents acted as my parents when my own parents were too selfish. I know grandparents get old, and it is bound to happen, someday. It scares me, though, because I have so few people left in my family that care about me. The ones that do care are there for me... and then some, but the thought of losing them makes me panicky. I have only 3 people in my family, besides FI, who treat me with unconditional love and respect.
I am so grateful for my time with my grandpa, but I can't help but feel like it wasn't enough time. I am sure I will feel better by morning. The sky is always darkest before dawn..