You’ve spent years of your life helping your child grow, helping them along the right path. You’ve bailed them out countless times, picked them up drunk from a party at 3:00am, survived their moody teenage years; put your life on hold to give them the best possible life you could. And now it’s happened, they’ve brought their own little hurricane into the world, and from the moment you saw them, held them for the first time you were in love. Being a grandparent is quite possibly the best job in the world.
You’re their hero, best friend, confidant all rolled into one, you spend your Sundays running around after them, you’re there to babysit at the drop of a hat, whatever they need you’re there to give and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
But what happens when that contact stops? Through no fault of your own? Maybe the parents have split and contact has been stopped, by why should this include your contact with them? In an ideal world it wouldn’t. But unfortunately we don’t live in an ideal world.