I may never be a grandmother. I don't think I have a problem with it and if I do, I know how to get over it. I can spend time with my friends, their kids and grandkids. With us on and off over the long weekend, there were five little granddaughters ranging from age one to age four. Three of them are their daughter's kids and the other two are his son's kids. We spent the 4th in Menan with Val's mother's family. They are a prolific family. There were five generations of them in attendance. His 92-year-old grandmother (whom I've known all my life) is one of the wittiest people I know. Along with others, she gave me crap about my blond hair. She asked me if I still "belonged" to Richard. I told her I've lived with him for over 33 years but I don't think I "belong" to him. She laughed and told me that she "killed off three of them." I told her she shouldn't admit to it. We had a good chuckle. Funny old lady. It was quite the day in old Menan. I saw people I hadn't seen in years because we usually play a golf tournament on the 4th. It was a nice change to be in the old hometown with the familiar folks.