I heard someone on radio or TV the other day (I think it might have been Newt Gingrich during an interview) talking about grandchildren. He said as much as he loved raising his children, there was something different about grandchildren and being part of raising them. I am paraphrasing, but it was something like you see them as extending far into the future after you know you will be gone. Not having any, I do love one of my friend Maria's (the woman who helped me with dad his last year) so very much. Her name is Anjelica and seeing her grow up just mystifies me.