Ben completely adores his Great Grandpa. Anytime we're heading out to the country he starts exclaiming about how he's going to "Grama and Papa's House".
He's lucky, my boy. Not a lot of kids get to meet their great grandparents. I was lucky enough to know my great grandpa, but only for the first 3 years of my life. It was 1987, and "other papa" as I called him had to go in for leg surgery. Medical mistakes were made, and we unfortunately lost him. My mom likes to regale stories of how my great grandparents lived next door, and how I'd go running into my great grandpa's arms.
I wish I could remember this.
This past January one of the scariest moments of my life happened. I had just caught the bus for work when my mom called. Grandma and Grandpa were in an accident -- Papa had a seizure while driving and they hit the ditch. I imagined the worst. I got to work, ran to tell my boss what happened, and then was off to the hospital with Raimund.
Papa is ok now, but it terrified me. He's 77 now, and I know the inevitable will happen one day, but I'm in denial about it. This man was the main male figure in my life, and now he has a special bond with my kiddo.
I hope Ben will have memories of his great grandparents.
~E