I saw a picture just the other day of a couple of youngster in a martial arts class. I'm told that one of them is my grandson. Which one I haven't a clue.
It is a sad shame when children, grow up, do stupid things and then proceed to become even dumber adults. From what I hear (which is little of nothing) the grandchildren are growing up rapidly. Yet I doubt that I would recognize either one if I passed them in the store. I'm actually beginning to wonder if I would recognize my own daughter as well, since she has not had the courtesy to call, write, or speak to me in years.
It is not so much her loss that I worry about, but she is denying her children the opportunity to have a relationships with their family.
