My Children are Busy with their Lives.

Well, so far I had three rounds of inter-venous I.V antibiotic treatments at the infectious control outpatient hospital. None of my girls know this, since they are not in touch. Today, I will be seeing the specialist, all from a branch leg wound. It has been 2 months of trying to heal. I hope to be bearer of good news by the end of today. No wonder, I have not been myself lately.
My children are busy with their lives, and I am adjusting to not seeing them, only through a glass door at emergency, while I was there for treatment. A glimpse of my nurse daughter through a glass door at emergency. She is too busy studying and working. Studying for another 4 years.  One daughter is immersed in the Keto diet, and is sadly suffering from depression. There is no, mother daughter chat with her either at this time. The third daughter just moved in with her boyfriend about a month ago, and they are busy furnishing their place, and making it their own. This oldest daughter has made an effort to call us at times.
I suppose I should not be surprised. This is the last generation. Did I expect to have to endure all this after the loss of a child. NO. Do I have to release them to be their selfish self? YES. Indifference has encroached the best of families.
I saw a lady with a child's wagon deliver the local Leader Newspaper, as I was watering the grass this morning. She told me that both her children have given up delivering the paper for various reasons, and that she has given notice that she will be quitting. A job initially for her children for pocket money has been abandoned by the teenagers.  The same thing happened with us many years ago. Eventually, my husbad's swollen legs, and my already busy filled days did not allow us to continue the task.
I suppose, despite the heartache, I am too look at my glass half full. I will take my heart medication and aspirin till I see my heart specialist. Perhaps our family has fallen apart due to the loss of Deborah. Shall we blame her. Do our time spent together only remind us of the one we lost? Is that why we have grown apart? My expectations are crushed, but Jesus is all we need. He is a friend closer than a brother, and we must cling to Him.