I became a grandma last month. And the little guy came a bit early and wound up in the NICU for almost a month. He's home now, though, and gaining weight nicely.
How to put into words the feelings?
The sense of life and continuity, simultaneous with the realization, hitting smack between the eyes, of one's own mortality.
How eerily he looks like my son at that age, even though he's so much tinier.
Wanting like crazy to hold him close, but he's cross country and I can't get away mid-semester.
John Lennon, Beautiful Boy