My poor children. My son is flying back from Vancouver. My daughter and other son are at the hospital. Their father, my ex-husband, has had a heart attack. His wife, with dementia, is with friends for now.
There are days, and nights, when you cannot help your adult children emotionally. You hand it over to their significant others to do so. There are times when you can facilitate their journey. I hold fast to that. This is a time when you know you've given them the tools to handle whatever life throws at them.