I feel happy that both of my grandsons visited me today. I cooked a favorite meal for them and had their favorite snack in the freezer for dessert. Dinner had an hour more to bake when they arrived, so I used the time to share with them, the photos of the laying of the Stolpersteins in front of the house where my grandparents lived. They heard me retell my experience; they were attentive and interested. The older one is psyched to go to Auschwitz, although we both realize it won't be a fun day. He said he really wants to go to experience some of what my uncle Wolf and the million and a half others suffered.
Grant wanted my brisket recipe but Austin said he won't need that for a long time as Grandma is going to live until 120!
The boys are getting along well, there seems to be little of the teasing that used to happen between them and they shared the dinner well, even asking me if I was going to eat any before they scarfed up the whole platter. They seemed more relaxed around me, but the visit was a short one.
I am not feeling relaxed, however. I resent the year in Grant's life that I missed and I regret the turn he is taking in buying himself an air gun which shoots bb's and going to an arena to practice shooting people. The influence of his father's brother, the retired border patrol agent, offends every fiber of my being.
I told him I believe we are put on this earth for more than to have fun, that I believe we are here to make the world a better place for our having been here. He said he was glad I said that as he feels the same way, sometimes, but that a small group can't change anything. I shared that I try to enlarge the group slowly so change can happen. I did not elaborate. More for another time.
Grant wanted my brisket recipe but Austin said he won't need that for a long time as Grandma is going to live until 120!
The boys are getting along well, there seems to be little of the teasing that used to happen between them and they shared the dinner well, even asking me if I was going to eat any before they scarfed up the whole platter. They seemed more relaxed around me, but the visit was a short one.
I am not feeling relaxed, however. I resent the year in Grant's life that I missed and I regret the turn he is taking in buying himself an air gun which shoots bb's and going to an arena to practice shooting people. The influence of his father's brother, the retired border patrol agent, offends every fiber of my being.
I told him I believe we are put on this earth for more than to have fun, that I believe we are here to make the world a better place for our having been here. He said he was glad I said that as he feels the same way, sometimes, but that a small group can't change anything. I shared that I try to enlarge the group slowly so change can happen. I did not elaborate. More for another time.
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