So it seems

It is a time of wondering if your children ever come to a place where they will forgive you the things you have done in their lives.
It would be nicer if they could 'understand' the things that were going on at the time of their remembered hurt, but that is not necessary if they are not interested.

I wonder if they will remember the nice things too, one day, the days of hot summer's, cool drinks and warm bathtimes.

Will there ever be a time, like I have come to, where the good outweigh the perceived wrongs and indifferences. That there is a beautiful space whereby the memories linger and shimmer in the cosmos, of loving arms and sweet powdered smells of 'home'.

I hope the ancient smell of stewing apples, raw flour and bubbling stews waft through their minds nose and conjours up days of