Two weeks a couple of days ago I became a Grandfather for the 8th time. What a treat. Being a Grandfather is wonderful. For one thing, it reminds me of my own Grandfather. He was a great man. He was a man of few words but a great man none the less.
He was the kind of man you could go to for advice and what he would tell you would ring true with your heart. It was as though your very soul knew that he was right.
My Grandfather died in my arms at age 87. That is just 28 years older than I am now. In the next twenty-eight years I hope to accomplish many things. Of primary concern is to insure that the lives of our Grandchildren have the chance of being better than ours and our children. It is a new generation of Rawsons. There’s will be a very interesting world in which to live. We can only imagine what they will need to know in order to survive.
I am so grateful to a Grandfather. I can only hope that I will impact the lives of my Grandchildren as my own Grandfather (their Great-Great Grandfather did for me.