One of those tear jerkers...

I was helping my daughter change the sheets on the grandies' beds this morning. The youngest one kept throwing herself on the bed as I tried to make it and pulling the covers off,as she lay there, in my way, smiling mischievously. Th incident reminded me so much of all the times Butch had done this too, acting in a similar way, doing the same kind of things, using that smile that could melt the hardest heart while he protested his innocence.As I stood at the end of the bed with my hands on my hips, I laughed saying 'If I didn't know better, I would say that you have been taking lessons from your Grandad!'
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...
Big hugs
Cherie xx

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