There is nothing I can do when I look at this picture but smile so widely that it hurts my cheeks: Marcus

I promised myself that I would stop writing sad posts for a while, but it's hard not to think about my grandfather when I look at my nephew. When I see this beautiful, wonderful child's smile, I understand why my grandfather did everything he could to survive and how he could continue to go on when he'd lost nearly everything he had held dear.*

My sister named her son after our grandfather. I hope that Marcus inherits his great grandpa's tenacity and sense of humor. He has big shoes to fill, but I know he will make us all proud by being himself.

*This does not change my lack of desire to have my own offspring, however.