I spent time with family today, I may only see my Dad and Step Mom a couple times a year despite them only living a couple hours away. Things felt almost perfect, my parents actively spending time with my kids. That feeling didn't last long. After supper we left and a crushing sadness snuck in... Why are the only around when we go there and it's comvieient for them? Why do they make so much more time for my brother and his family? Why have they pretty much written me off since I was 18? My wife has an attitude about this and it doesn't help but she can see the pain and anguish on my face, I can't hide it. I got stuck thinking tonight that we all die eventually, it's a fact of life. Does it really matter how many days are between now and then? Especially most days when it's all you can do to make it through the day?