Audrey Heller

(2/28/32 / Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida)

A Great Grandparent


There are things we look forward to, as
we get on in years. Our children get
married, raise children of their own,
through all the sweat and tears. Before
you turn around, grandchildren grow up
and make their way. Along comes a
young man, or woman and a marriage
takes place, one day. Time passes and
you get a call. What they're about to say
to you, is the happiest news of all. As
you listen with intent, you're hearing all
about the blessed event. Tears, well up
in your eyes and your heart, is jumping for
joy. You're so elated, you don't care if it's
a girl or boy. It's the most wonderful feeling
to know, you've come this far. Now, you're
going to become a great grandparent and
you realize, how very fortunate, you are!

Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008
Edited: Sunday, May 03, 2009

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