Mental Roller Coaster

Liz and I had a doctor's appointment this afternoon. The baby's good. We heard the heartbeat again (which is always really cool), and the doctor told us that everything seemed to be going great. After everything we've gone through up to this point, it was wierd (but strangely comforting) that we had such a simple doctor visit.

Later on today, I got a call from my Dad that my grandfather (Pepere, for any of you who know French) had passed away. Pepere and I had never had a very close relationship, but I still have this feeling of loss. Maybe it's exaggerated by the fact that Liz and I are welcoming new life into the world as another passes out of it...anyway, that might be too philosophical for my own good.

So let me take a moment to reflect on my grandfather. I hate to say it, but I didn't know him that well. Whether that's my fault or his...let's just say both. But, for better or worse, he raised my father who, in my eyes, is the greatest man I know. Therefore, by accident or by design, I have no doubt that I will be a good father, because my Dad raised me.

I guess, when it comes down to it, good or bad, the way Pepere raised Dad resulted in the way Dad raised me, and that'll determine how I raise my child.

I can only hope I make both of them proud.