Two quarters behind us

If I were still in the working world, yesterday (July 1) I would have been marking the end of second quarter, and the mid-way point through the year. 

Since I am no longer in the working world, I no longer have to concern myself with such milestones. But since I still follow the rhythm of a calendar, I can't help but think about being half-way through 2026 and how incredibly fast life goes. 

Wife and I have learned much over the course of nearly 42 years of marriage, with one of the main lessons being that with a family, you are going to have ups and downs, highs and lows. Sometimes the good parts come on the heels of the bad parts (and vice-versa) and sometimes they come simultaneously. 

We started the year knowing our son-in-law's cancer journey, after two years (his diagnosis was in November of 2023), was not nearly done. And at the mid-year point, it is still that way. 

Although he is getting a break from treatment right now and they (my daughter and their family) are spending a wonderful week at the beach, next week there will be another doctor's visit and discussion of where they go from here. If you are reading this and you are a praying person, I would ask you to continue offering them up for this sweet family, and for Wife and me as we continue to navigate our role in all of this.

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Last week Wife and I became grandparents for the seventh time. Our youngest and his sweet wife added a little girl to their family. She has a two-year-old big brother who was not immediately delighted with her presence but is warming to her. 

                                                                                   

We were in charge of Big Brother during the birth but got to see the new little bundle of joy a few hours after she arrived. All is well, and Wife and I are overjoyed with this newest addition to the family. 

A new baby is perhaps the closest I get to witnessing a miracle. 

Ups and downs. Highs and lows. 

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We spent a couple of days in Atlanta and watched our eight-year-old grandson play baseball. We also watched his dad, our oldest, serve as the volunteer pitcher. 

Another lesson: the more things change, the more they stay the same. Just as they did when my sons and daughter were participating in sports, certain parents and grandparents, especially those who sit in the stands and make no contribution whatsoever to the event other than their butts in seats, feel free to offer their opinions. 

Not only was our grandson, who is one of the best players on the team (says his unbiased grandfather), criticized for, among other infractions, (a) bunting or (b) not bunting at the alleged appropriate times, his father -- our son -- who is 40 years old and volunteers his time, was the object of catcalls and loud comments regarding the proficiency of his pitching to eight-year-olds. 

For example: 

"Good eye, Junior! I wouldn't swing at that either!"

"You gotta slow down, pitcher!"

"You gotta pitch faster than that!"

I am not making this up. 

But you should be proud of Wife and me. We stewed and we seethed, and one of us might have gotten up and walked away and demonstrated with body language the disgust we felt, but neither of us made a scene by turning around and telling the offending parties what they could do with their thoughts and opinions. 

And I guess if I'm being reasonable, I know my 40-year-old son does not need his dad, who is much older than 40, stepping in to defend him. But really, I could have done a great job taking them all on in defense of both my son and grandson. 

And it would have been so easy to do so because we don't live there and we don't have to see those people again anytime soon. But our son and daughter-in-law do live there, so it would not have been fair to them to leave our mark. 

But I wanted to. 

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Ups and downs. Highs and lows. Calm and anxiety. Smooth sailing and rapids. 

With eyes open and (sometimes) eyes closed.