We look so delighted with one another as we execute an enthusiastic jitterbug. There’s a framed series of pictures of us dancing at your granddaughters wedding. Neither of us ever would have imagined how their lives and their relationship have unfolded. They live near one another now and after some awkward adjustments (you know how different they are!) have settled into a self-aware and accepting sisterhood. The other with a formal degree guaranteeing success has left the field she was trained for and moved into a more financially precarious world of caring for others. The one you feared would never be successful and able to make a living is thriving in work she loves. Sometimes I’ll put a picture of you on the side table and talk to you in my mind about what your granddaughters are doing in their lives, lives you never would have imagined for them. There are so many things I want to tell you, so many conversations I didn’t know enough to have when you were still here. Guest Post: Letter from a Good Enough Daughter by Sandra Butler, co-author with Nan Gefen, It Never Ends: Mothering Middle-Aged Daughters
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