When Micah was born, his other grandparents Lived nearby. Grandma Joan babysat him until he went to School, a second mom. Meanwhile, Jack and I lived miles away and visited When we could. I didn't resent the fact that Joan and Jack had More time to spend with him than we did. I was grateful they were able to go to all his Recitals and programs at school. They were extra arms to hug him, Love him, and in the process the four of us Grew to be close friends. It was cancer that took Joan first, much too young. My Jack was the next to go. Micah called him "Pop Pop" to distinguish him from His other Grandpa Jack who died suddenly, without Warning, in his chair. In three plus years all of them were gone, and I Felt terribly alone. Does Micah miss them as much as I do? Kids are resilient and move on. I know I miss them. I miss their support, their prayers, their Gracious home where we gathered for Party after party, where we should be celebrating Today, for it's Micah's birthday. He's a teenager now, and more than ever I miss His other "grands" to the core. As he grows up to be a man, Lord, help me Support him enough, Pray for him enough, Love him enough for four. |
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Timothy Waggoner
5/9/2016 11:28:57 am
Thanks for putting into perspective what you and your grandson know to be important. The love shared between grandparents and grandchildren are special and any amount of time together can be so much fun.
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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