When I first saw my Grandchild I didn’t know exactly what I felt because it was so totally new to me. I didn’t even want to touch him, but eventually I did. I can’t say that all that love welled up within me because it didn’t. I’m not sure how I felt.
I knew that my Son was dying and I was so afraid of latching on to this child that is a part of me, but looks nothing like my Son or myself. How do people deal with a dying child? I know that I am trying and I have given my Son into God’s hands, but it’s very difficult to let go.
I did feel Love as a Grandparent, but I’m not sure exactly what kind it was because I was afraid of letting my feelings go because if my Son dies then maybe I wont see him again and it scares me. I know that’s wrong, but I can’t help it.
