This is my mother, at about age two.
This is my youngest grandchild, Isa. She is one year’s old today.
I have only seen her one time, when this picture was taken. I am one of the legions of grandparents across this country who are not part of their grandchildren’s lives. I think about her, and her sister, Freya, every single day.
And it hurts.
I hope you are well, sweet baby. I hope you know that you have my blood coursing through your veins. I hope to hold you again….someday.
