hi steash

My father was diagnosed with lung cancer when my son was 2, and it was my biggest fear that he wouldn't remember his grandpa. My dad was able to hold on long enough for my son to remember him - he died when my son was 7. I'm glad my son remembers him because my father truly adored my son.

My grandmother died when I was 2. I have no memory of her, but I'm told she loved me very much. Our bond here on earth may have been broken by her death, but I still believe we have a connection somehow with each other. I'm close to 50 years in age, but I still feel as if she watches over me.

I lost a friend recently, and another friend told me: "Everyday a birth. Everyday a death. Each day the saddest and most joyous human experiences surround and swirl about us and we are usually untouched. It is only when we are personally touched by great suffering or great joy, that we are in touch with a commonality that we all share as humans."

You've been touched by both extremes recently.

Your youngest probably won't remember your father, but the torch has been passed on to you. Teach him what you want him to know of your father. The same goes for the little one who has yet to make an appearance here on earth. Your dad loved being a grandpa to your kids, and this new one is no exception. That kind of love is strong - so strong that even death can't break it apart. I suspect he'll continue to be grandpa to your kids, but in a Guardian Angel kind of way. His life, your life, will go on - through the eyes and hearts of your children.