since we learned that my stepson’s stepson had committed suicide. He was our daughter-in-laws youngest child (she also has an older daughter). Speaking of it this way, it sounds like some distant person out yonder somewhere. That wasn’t the case. The boy was a handsome, likeable kid and popular in his school, I think. I’d never thought about him doing such a thing, and I doubt if anyone else had either. I guess we never know.
The first almost-unintelligible, teary words my wife spoke to me after hanging up with her son were “he was my only grandson,” and she meant those words from the heart. We never got the chance to be close to the boy, yet my wife always felt a special attachment to him, perhaps because he WAS our only grandson. I’m sure he would have been shocked how tearful the missus was at word of his passing (and still is at times).
We’ve always said, since my stepson married the second time that we have five grandkids, the two of hers, a girl by his first wife, a girl from a woman he had a relationship with, and another girl from that same woman by him. My stepson considers them all his, and we consider them all equally ours, though we’ve never really had the chance to get close to any of them. None of that is THEIR fault, of course. We eventually got so poor, though, that we had to stop gift-buying, except for the youngest, now 11. I can only hope the older ones understood.
None of them are blood relatives of mine, yet I think of them and pray for them every day. I’m sure it’s the same with the missus. It’s strange that we’re still here, though we’re old enough that our lives serve little purpose, while he had his whole life ahead of him, but is gone. We dearly love our daughter-in-law, but there’s not a thing that we can do or say to ease her pain. I hope you’ll pray for her. Copyright 2018