My relationships with my parents are complicated so I don't have a huge sad feeling about my time with them coming to an end. I do love them, but I'm really happy I don't see them regularly, it makes me happier. This does make me really sad about my kids though! A lot of days home with them just feel like survival mode and this makes me feel like I need to be enjoying it more.
This reminds me of how I felt when I lost my grandmother. My son was 4, my marriage sucked, work was really busy (I guess it always is), I just felt like my life was too busy to spend more time with her. I wanted to and I hoped she understood why I felt like I couldn't, but the day I got the call from my mother I just hated myself. She was one of my most important relationships and I let other things get in the way of my time with her and I knew that it was coming to an end and didn't do anything about it. I should have made a point to bring my son over to see her at least once a week. I decided then that I wouldn't let the stupid shit get in the way of my important relationships and here I am nearly 2 years later doing the same thing.
Point 2 just really hits home with me and I need to focus on that. I should hang something on the wall to remind me daily.