son of witless wrote:
Dreams are scary. I may have been around 11 when he passed away. The night before I heard he died, I had a dream of riding on his train with him. Or perhaps after all these years I made it up. I don't know. I try to give my grand kids good memories now. It's all we can do for those who come after us.
It's funny how much easier it is to get along with your grand kids than with your kids.
As I told my daughter/son-in-law I intend to spoil my grandchildren rotten/they get to discipline them. I feed them sugar/send them home. Age does have some privilege. And besides that's a grandparent's job