My mom died of brain cancer when I was in high school, 20 years ago now. And for many years, I missed her vividly. With time, the rawness of her loss faded. Because I lost her so young, I find that I don't miss her as much because of the experiences we shared or the conversations we had. I miss her for those we didn't.
Grandparents have the sweetest gig. They just get to spoil their grandchildren, right? Well, grandparents in the 21st century also have a completely different perspective on grandchildren than those of previous generations. Many think that kids are losing their ability to communicate with and respect their elders.
How do we try to be an important part of our grandchildren's lives and leave a lasting impression, when they are so busy coupled with long distance relationships? My grandchildren live in Arizona, Texas, Indiana, California and Chicago. I live six months in California and six months in Chicago. It's hard to be a grandmother of consequence!
Herbert "Doc" Koenig is a security guard in the building where I work. He don't need no stinking badge (he has an ID card with a photo of his goateed visage and the word "Doc" under it) and he doesn't carry a pistol, mainly because he is one. But he does have a rapier wit that could disarm the most suspicious intruder.
When my first child was a baby, people asked me if he was adopted. He was a blonde, fair-skinned child with light eyes who happened to have a dark haired, olive skinned, brown-eyed mom. Times were far less politically correct than they are now, so I patiently responded that he was my biological child who looked like his father.