She pointed to her chest, saying 'Who me?!', in exactly the same way Butch used to.
The older grandie, turned to me and said 'I don't have a Grandad, do I Granma? I wish I had a Grandad, Granma.'
I smiled at her and said 'Yes, you have. Remember the photo on the wall in the lounge? Well, that's Grandad.'
She replied, 'But I want a real Grandad, Granma!'
I had to leave the room, so she wouldn't see my eyes filling with tears, as I wished that he was here too, and able to be a physical part of our beautiful grandie's lives.
Gotta love those blind-siders when they come out of nowhere...