Like for most things, you can only understand the strong emotions grandparents feel towards their grandchildren once you’ve experienced it.
Some live only for their children and grandchildren. I cannot imagine this. I feel so lucky and priviliged to have my twin passions, my family AND my writing.
I’ve reconnected recently with people from my past, one who told me that he is bored with his life. What about the joys of learning new things, of travel, exploring different places, cultures and scenery? How can anyone be bored when there is so much to do and to see, even in one’s own country, not to mention other places on planet earth?