A grand child

Well, I have one now. Last week my oldest daughter of three delivered a strapping 9-pound, 2-ounce baby boy. That’s huge, when you consider, Hannah the Mom, is skinny as a rail.

The average weight for newborn males is 7-pounds-6 ounces and for a female it is 7-pounds-2-ounces, according to the Centers for Disease Control.

And the kid has more hair on his head than I do. (I will post a picture as soon as I remember how to put photos in.)

She and husband Tom Turner named the baby, Isaac Michael Turner. I cried a little when I heard my name. I had no idea they were even thinking of doing that. The Friday the 13th birth was pretty smooth, with five hours of labor. Meanwhile, my wife Catherine and I are anticipating another grandchild. My daughter, Claire, is pregnant with her first child, due in September.

I want to be there for them, forever. But I understand that my life may be shorter than I had hoped as I battle the fatal disease, Lewy body dementia. The average life expectancy of someone with LBD is between 4 and 8 years after diagnosis.

I’m just hoping I live long enough that they will remember me.