Frank D. Fixer

Dear future hubster,

I hope you do realize that there is a chance that you will one day become a grandfather, if all goes well. 

By then, I'm sure you will know well enough that it's no easy task in my family. Big shoes to fill, so to say. You will follow the footsteps of grandpas who, way ahead of their time, taught their grandchildren important things in an inclusive environment, with differentiated and adapted teaching methods, gender-neutrally, patiently, lovingly. Girls could learn how to get on a motorbike at an early age, boys could learn how to make pogácsa. Tell the carrots from the weeds. Remember all European capitals (it was a little easier at the time. See also: Soviet Union, Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia.). That they don't need to know everything to solve crosswords, just to know where to find the information. To stay within budget, and choose the daily (one!) ice cream from the bottom row. That Grandma is always right, and that they need to finish their plate so the weather would be clear the next day. That if wet clothes dry on them, they won't get sick. 

Basically, a set of life hacks that may prove crucial in their efforts to succeed in adulting. 

But worry not, dear future hubster. You will do just fine. Because in this family, we don't only have role model grandfathers. We also have a history of grandkids who look up to them, with awe and admiration. And who miss them, quietly, stubbornly, painfully, when they are gone.