When My Grandson Arrived, My Life Was Placed in Contrast

But I struggled with the life I left behind

The long ferry ride home. Photo credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert, author

My son had just had a baby. A beautiful little boy. Well, actually it was his wife who gave birth. But he was there. At the conception and the delivery. And ever since of course.

I had gone over to be there when the baby arrived. Got the call that she was in labour and…