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Jul 30, 2019 11:13

It's hard enough to be a parent.

It's even harder when your kid (and it doesn't matter how old they are, thirteen or thirty) has a grief and you can't do anything about it.

But when you're a continent away...

I'm...happy isn't the right word, because I'm not happy that she's hurting... but at least it's some kind of comfort to me that she still calls to cry on my shoulder.
That she doesn't resent the fact that I'm not there, or that - even if I were there - I can't do anything to fix it.
And thank the Fates that she does have Tom there for her.

But that doesn't make it any easier to sit here and hear her pain.

Dammit, Digi-Kitty, you were an awesome cat. Thank you for coming into our lives. We're going to miss you an awful lot.

grown-up things, cats

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