Inaugural Grandfather Story

My story

Yep, that’s my wife of twenty-nine years, Margaret, and me on her birthday last year.

I became a grandfather at age forty-eight. Margaret was thirty-eight. She had just married me and was a grandmother two months later. A year later, we had three grandchildren. And so, it began.

I had always looked forward to that day when my grandchildren called me Grandpa: Surprise, some of mine like Papa. The fact that these little people existed is all that matters to me. Today, it’s grown to fifteen. We also have six great-grandchildren. Will there be more? No idea. Three more great kids came this year when our middle son, Doug, married Marissa. JC, Cheyene, and Alex are great kids. We already love them very much.

This Publication

Name

I chose this name because, selfishly, my grandfather was my hero. He’s the one who gave me all the things we eschew in this publication. By the way, I want to recognize Grandmothers. They possess the very same things, and we welcome their submissions (please). So, it’s really named after my Grandfather.

Background

Dad died at forty-two, mom died at forty-four, just two years after my dad. After that, all four of us kids were devastated. I was twenty and married when my mom passed.

It's time to step up and be counted. I was asked to take my youngest sister, Dale, and…