I got a midnight phone call. I am a Great-Grandfather.
My grand-daughter, who has been expecting a girl, delivered a boy. There are still some surprises in the process, it seems. This is my first great-grandchild.
Being a new great-grandfather is not going to cut an ice around the old folks home. Great-grandchildren are as common as fleas around here. One of my tablemates had a great-grandson serving in the army in Uzbekistan. I didn't even know we had an army in Uzbekistan. His great-grandson was awaiting his return to see his son, tablemate's great-great-grandson.
I did beat tablemate, Wilma, in the great-race. Her grand-daughter is expecting. Will be Wilma's first great-grandchild, too.
And earlier in the evening, I got to deliver news that I received e-mail that Cousin Bertha is a great-grandmother. Again. Her grand-daughter in Costa Rica delivered a boy, too. Those two new babies, my great-grandchild and Bertha's great-grandchild are Fourth Cousins.
I had three or four living great-grandparents when I was born, but only got to know one of them.
My five grand-children respectfully call me "Grandfather", not "Grandpa" or "Grampaw". I hope I live long enough to have my first great-grandchild call me "Great-grandfather". I will call him "Kid". .