You might recall that I frequently said I wasn’t sure what my role as a grandfather was, given the distance between my granddaughter Robin and I and the few opportunities to see one another.

It seems we do have some similar genes and some things in common.

We have found a channel that we both love – underworld things. Witches, skeletons, wizards, magic, and today, she got the skeleton I bought and send to her. I think this strange part of her will only grow, as it has within me.

This is fun, and fun is close to love. My daughter Emma is surprisingly supportive of this new twist. Good for her. She has a weird streak herself.

Earlier in the day, I bought a Tokyo Anime Ghoul and shipped it to Robin in Brooklyn, and also a glow in the dark ghost. She also has two magic kits to figure out and the other day she called to turn me into a duck.

I felt foolish quacking loudly on Facetime, but she got a kick out of it. This part of grandfathering is a hoot.

We have made a connection, and I’m sure she will change all the time, my role is to change with her. I think I have a good feeling for where she is at the moment.

She has a vivid imagination and isn’t afraid of supposedly scary things. And she has a mad grandfather who isn’t afraid to send some to her, within reason.

We share some strange predilections, she is mesmerized by mystical things and the nature of life. She’s got the right grandfather for that. Maybe she’d like to be one of Zinnia’s Godmothers.

Maybe she can wave her new magic wand fly me to Brooklyn for visits soon.