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  • And a blessing he is.

    He's a teenager now, and at his worst, yet he's far to easy for me to forgive.

    He's not a grandson by blood, that is, his mother is not my biological daughter. They are both related to me by love, and by love alone.

    His name is Robert.

    The biological grandfather he has never known bears the same name.

    Janelle is his mother, and she was conceived when I was on a fear-based hiatus from the love of my life, Cheryl. The story of that fiasco in my life can be found in my cowbird chronicle titled; 'Unique Lenses', and it describes the perfect setting for hiding, even from myself.

    Cheryl, Janell's mother, sought solace after my departure from her world, in the company of one; Robert (I forget his last name), an entrepreneur wannabe.

    As soon as she became pregnant, he lost any interest in her, and left Spokane, from where we all were natives, owing several thousands of dollars to his many friends and relatives, and leaving his progeny to the fates. He never tried to contact Cheryl again, or seek to know his biological daughter in any way.

    I was blessed with the opportunity to be reunited with my wife-to-be, and promptly fell deeply in love with the small angel that slept on my chest nightly upon my return to sanity. Her name is Janell, and she is the mother of a grandson that only love could have produced.

    Janell is my daughter, in ways that nature cannot compete with. She is my daughter as a function of love, not biology. My grandson falls under the same auspices. Although he is a handful, he is mine by love, and nothing can separate me from either him or his mother.

    The same applies to his older brother, Tyler, who is more like a truckloadful, but I love him just the same.

    Should I ever feel set upon by life, I need only remember the fortune that has been given me in the gift of these loved ones. They are nothing I deserved, yet they are here with me anyway.

    I guess this is less about Robert than I had planned, but he's in here; in this story, along with his mother. They're in my heart too, as they both will always be.

    Sometimes our biggest mistakes unfold as blessings that have no expiration date. Whether we deserve them or not, they just continue to bless us.

    Somewhere in this world, there is a stupid man that has no clue of what he has missed.
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