Grandson Michael

My Grandson Michael is twenty today. I have no idea where he is, how he is, or what he is doing.

I would have liked to have seen him this week, invited him over for a 'birthday' dinner, but I have no way to do so.

I haven't seen him for about two years; when I stopped by his mother's apartment to leave a note on her door and he was there, tall and blonde, and looking like a man.

I can only take solice in the fact that he (they? all of the family?) know where I live and my phone number.

Another small 'life' sadness...