On being a grandpa
Ken Veitch reflects on the experience of ‘grandpahood’
A lunchtime phone call told us we had crossed That Great Divide and become grandparents. ‘Joel!’, exclaimed Kay; so it was a boy. We were soon scurrying along the hospital corridors to see that which had come to pass, a tiny bundle guarded by his proud parents. Joel has since been joined by his brother Sammy and his cousins Alastair and Emily. He starts school in September and wonders if we will miss his regular Tuesday visits to us.
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