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Originally posted by smilinize:
I am a grandma and I have experienced that kind of love already.

My family and Dan's showed up to welcome me home from the hospital. They played nurse and cooked dinner then brought it to me in bed. They insisted coming back to do cooking, cleaning, etc. until I get over this.

But what most impressed me was my two grandsons who crawled up in bed with me and whispered how they wanted to help take care of me too. They said they would come to be my "nurse of the day" while they are out of school for Christmas.
Great kids.
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What a portrait that makes!

When my grandmother was alive my nephew, who she always swore was the reincarnation of my Papa, was wonderful to her...like he knew she needed him...and he's only three. He would dance for her, run around so she could watch and chuckle, and say, "Gaga pretty."

When she was dying--she went into a coma on a Friday with hospice there and died on a Monday without waking up--he would go into her room, pat her hand and say, "Gaga sick. Gaga feel better." He knows that "Gaga in heaven with Papa."