My Grandfather’s Face
Lessons in legacy, grief, and parenting
My son smiled the other day, and I saw my grandfather’s face. My grandfather passed away three years ago, and suddenly he was there in my son’s face. He was there in the way he stretched his mouth into a toothy grin, how his eyes crinkled at the sides and seemed to sparkle and dance as his smile and laughter grew. I know it was my baby that I was holding, yet…