My grandson is on the spectrumThere are moments in life we never forget. For me, one such moment was a phone call from my daughter-in-law two years ago. “Mom, I think there is something wrong with Griffin.” I thought she meant physically. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Sharon replied, “I think he has autism.” I said, “Sharon, I don’t think so. He talks, he walks, and he makes eye contact.