Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

As you know, B's relationship with his offspring has been fraught since his divorce from their mother, 45 years ago.  

It's still fraught.  I am not going to dwell on what a disaster his son has been, because you know all about his self-made plight, but I do want to say a few words about his daughter's abominable, ungrateful and disrespectable treatment of him.

As I have blogged before, she never, ever calls him.  So he called the other day and left a message.  She called back and, as he is edging towards 85 years old, I thought I would send her an email practically begging her to call him again.  Here it is:

"Hi, Sarah.  I am so glad you spoke to Dad the other day.  He misses you and is sad that you never have time to call him.  Just a quick call every now and then would lift his spirits immensely.  As you know, Scott has completely botched his life up and he no longer has anything to do with Dad, nor Dad with him — especially since he owes us thousands.

"Anyway, Dad is frail, walks with a cane and no longer has a driver's licence, so it all falls to me to look after him in every way.  He would love to chat with Jack and Caitlin now and then too.  So, just a note to thank you and hope you will reach out now and then.  It would mean a lot.

"Regards,
Nancy"

Of course, Diary, she didn't reply because her disrespect of me is legion -- even though I raised her and paid for her entire life.  It all centres on money; her mother has lots and we don't, so guess who gets the attention and guess who has to be shunned?  Rhetorical.

Sad days as the runway gets shorter.

So, Diary, the sad state of affairs continues.  I'll keep praying and I thank God every day that we have my kids and grands here to love and cherish.

Signing off, 

Nancy

p.s.  I am blogging this so it will be published in my next book for posterity.