Only a collection of pixels

 

If you’re exceedingly blessed, you transition through the years, from having a granddad, to being a granddad. It’s a bittersweet blessing, partly because at points along the way you lose your own dad and granddad, and partly because you eventually face the fact that filling their shoes is way more challenging than you’d expected.  But we count our blessings and do the best we can, in the hope that our own efforts are sufficiently successful that one day our grandson will have fond memories of us, when the years have slipped away like the golden leaves of autumn, and we’re only a collection of pixels.  SC