The heartbreaking cry of a Grand is misery to an old grand pappy. I would rather chew tinfoil than know one of our Grands is not doing well, and so would my close relative. The tears of those children are acid to my heart, eating great holes in my being. And it happens often when you are so blessed to have more than a few Grands.
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Opinion, Pages 6 on 08/03/2011
Print Headline: Learning the realities of life