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.
So it seems. Right about the same time my father’s ex-wife died of cancer, her younger sister also died of a similar ailment, so the poor mother lost both her daughters. She never attended the funerals, as far as I know, because I think she was no longer mentally sound. My father doesn’t get to see his grandchildren much, about once a year, since my half-sister refuses to ever visit us in Tennessee. I’ve never seen either my (half)niece or nephew.