I know you won't write.. but I keep vainly hoping and wishing that you will. I hate these boundaries. I hate that we're not in touch during this break. I hate that I'm jealous of your daughter and her family and the quality time they're getting with you, and that I can never be, will never be to you what they are. Not even close. I know it. I see how I have to accept it. But I wish I were worthy of at least a note.. a 'thinking of you'.. I don't know. Anything. A warm thought or sentiment, a reassurance things can be okay in the new year... I'm just finding it hard to try to quiet and soothe the abandoned child in me.