These are the living ends of my lineage.
My mom had a great time visiting her one and only great grandchild. He’ll be three in July, and he just loves to talk and demonstrate all of his trucks. He also learned several words in Polish, which delights me mother to no end.
Spending four hours driving, the trip back home straight into the setting sun, pretty much wiped me out.
“Staroszcz nie radoszcz,” my grandmother used to say. My grandson can’t say that yet and has no need to. What he loves to say is “Na Zdrowie!” and clink glasses with you. He makes us laugh — the best therapy of all.