"James, your granddaughter is calling you".
Can he hear me? Would he answer if he could? Has he been reborn or is he patiently waiting for me on the other side?
He often consumes my thoughts these days. The hopeless thoughts of a girl with no living grandfather or one that I can even recall in my lifetime. I feel I have been searching for him my whole life. The questions plague me. Where is he? What was he like? Did he love his children, grandchildren, would he have loved me? I feel a connection with him thats hard to explain. Maybe it's just that I have been searching for him for so long I've created that bond psychologically. Part of me hopes he walks with me in my search for the answers I seek.