What’s a real shame is my father’s ex-wife was looking forward to her grandkids. She got to see the first one, a boy, but she died just 9 months later (at 52) and never got to see her granddaughter, born 9 months after her death. Ironically, her own mother was still alive, but I don’t know if she ever got to see her g-grandchildren.
Sometimes life’s vagaries just break your heart. My Grandpa was still here when my second son was born June 19th. I handed him to my grandpa and he said “This one is my boy”. Grandpa died July 16 of the same year.