got one of those "isn't our life wonderful?" Christmas letters today. It is from a cousin once removed who lives in CA. Haven't heard from her in over 10 years. She is a yr older than me, (makes her 61), and if I believe everything, she is just having a terrific life. Her & her husband celebrated their 31st anniversary this year. Her son is finishing his PhD in Molecular Biology, married in 2000, no children. Her daughter is in college and on the side is training to be a skating judge. She had been a competitive skater for years. My cousin & her daughter took a trip to Switzerland and enclosed a 4pg letter of highlights on that too.
ICK. I on the other hand, lost my oldest son to cancer 10 yrs ago and my other son is now on oxygen 24/7 from heart failure. His prognosis is not good. Celebrated the 24th anniversary of my divorce this year, and can't even go to Disney again, which we would rather do than anywhere in the world, even Europe. The only other close relative I have is my dad who lives 200 miles away. I have been so good at not feeling sorry for myself, but taking each day as it comes. My kids were not expected to live past their teens due to the genetic condition they have, and we have had a good life with lots of memories & trips, but sheesh it is hard not to feel just a tad jealous of her.
sorry it was a long post.
ICK. I on the other hand, lost my oldest son to cancer 10 yrs ago and my other son is now on oxygen 24/7 from heart failure. His prognosis is not good. Celebrated the 24th anniversary of my divorce this year, and can't even go to Disney again, which we would rather do than anywhere in the world, even Europe. The only other close relative I have is my dad who lives 200 miles away. I have been so good at not feeling sorry for myself, but taking each day as it comes. My kids were not expected to live past their teens due to the genetic condition they have, and we have had a good life with lots of memories & trips, but sheesh it is hard not to feel just a tad jealous of her.
sorry it was a long post.
I get one every year from my SIL. She REALLY should have someone proofread it before she sends it. I take out my little red grading pen and mark red ALL OVER IT and top it with a big fat 

Trust me, you're only hearing about the good things. Nobody has a picture perfect life.

Nothing can really take that pain away of seeing him like that 