My maternal grandfather would be 102 today. Which means he’s been gone just over 12 years. Time flies…
One of my big regrets about not starting to have kids “on time” was how much he adored babies and little kids, and wanting him to get to meet them. On the other hand, if you subtract these years plus the worst of his being out of it, that means I’d have had to start before I was 30. Oh well.