An old man and his grandchild sit on a park bench.

As I ride by on my bike I wonder what it's like for both. I never had a grandpa. He died in a military accident before my mom ever met my dad. My family reveres him like he's some sort of saint. Saint Grandpa. Would I like him? Would he have liked me? Does grandpa look out from heaven and say "Yup, I'm proud of that one." ?

I went to the military too but only for a bit. I didn't feel that matched me well. Would we have swapped service stories? I don't know.

And the kid...

My wife and I have been trying for a child for years now. Nothing.

Will I get to see a little me walk around? Does all my family end with me? I always liked being a teacher, a mentor showing people bits of the world. Who do I get to share the little moments of discovery at all the things that are so cool in the world?

I pass by on my bike and try to focus on the trail ahead. No need to think right now.