Grandpa

        My son announced his wife is due in October. My goodness.

        I once read men did much of what they do in subconscious recognition that none of it ever can measure up to the creativity of birth.  I gotta agree with that.

        My respect for women goes back to Mom. I recall at age twelve or so I realized my feet had gotten bigger than the old loafers she wore around the house. It didn’t seem right. Still doesn’t.

        I have tried to my best in life. I remember when my boy came along. I thought “Lord help me. This is a whole lot more important than Organic Chemistry, and there’s no book to memorize so you can just fill in the right bubbles on a test.”

       But we did fine. Every so often me and him would get in trouble, but between his Mama and his baby sister (my daughter) they’d straighten us out.

       The world seems so much complicated these days, though. I hope I can be a good grandfather. I’d like to be able to show another generation life ain’t really that complicated. All you gotta do is pray hard and hold your people close. I’m gonna keep doing that and see how it works out.

        I gotta tell you though, I’m in awe, and can only pray I’ll be worthy of the role.

Dr. B

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