I have long wondered how I would react when my most primary identification in life went from father to grandfather. I mean, the latter term carries certain distinct connotations about one's personal and scary progress along the journey from cradle to grave; the earlier primary identification benchmark made and passed, from son to father, while wrought with complex emotions, holds no connotations regarding age and its definitive outcome.
I wonder no more. It is wonderful! It is exciting! It reduces age! Or at least it makes one feel younger!
The wonderful news I received from my best friend and son, Joseph, and my beautiful daughter-in-law, Michelle, first via e-mail and then telephone from Beijing to New Orleans, had me literally bouncing about my rather roomy apartment here at Beijing Foreign Studies University with these opening lines:
Hey Dad, I don't know how to say it so I will just say it. Looks like you are going to be a grandfather!
I was unable to attend Joseph and Michelle's beautiful wedding (I do have it on DVD!). This is a photo of them walking down the aisle.
This is Linda, my former wife of 31 years and Joseph's mother, watching her "baby" and his bride walking down the aisle
What a beautiful couple they are. Can you imagine what my grandbaby will look like?
Joseph and Michelle dancing at their wedding reception.
This is Joseph dancing with his mother; something I never got to do in the 35 years we were together from high school till the end--she was always too shy to dance with me.
This is my favorite photograph of Linda (assuredly the most excited grandmother-to-be) from years ago.
The heartbreak of not being able to attend the wedding was somewhat mitigated when some weeks later I was able to get away from Beijing briefly and meet the happy couple in New York. Here, the three of us are in Katz Deli downtown.
Father and son in a swankier New York restaurant; you can surely tell he got his good looks from his mother.