My daughter and her husband are in their thirties. They named my grandson Graham after no one.  However, his middle name is his father’s father’s name.  I tell myself that they really named him Graham after my father, Jerome.  “G” is kind of like “J.”  And both names have “r” and ‘m.”  I tell this to myself so often that I really believe it and I have in turn told this to my grandson, so that a piece of my father, lives through him, and my grandson has roots.

I am a gardener and I know that the deeper the roots, the stronger the plant.