When she was younger she would come to my house weekly after school and we would knit. And have tea. And chat.
Once she turned twelve it seemed like all bets were off. When her family came to visit or we went to visit them she was noticeably absent - sleepovers, skiing, hanging with friends.
I missed her.
Last Saturday she plopped herself down beside me and asked me if I could rub her neck. She was sore from a day of skiing.
I rubbed. She cuddled in. We chatted about this and that.
She was back.
I am not sure when the opportunity will arise again, but it is okay. I will take what I can get.
One of my three honourary grand-daughters, and not totally lost to me after-all.
Speaking of grand-daughters I am going to put out a request to my readers.
My blogging friend, Michelle, has set up a gofundme page for her grand-daughter. McKinlee has a heart defect and has already had soooo many surgeries, and her parents are doing all they can. They need some help, besides all the prayers you can send their way, but financially they need help. Every little bit can help.
You can read McKinlee's story here, and if you are so moved you can donate to the GoFundMe here.
I don't have many readers, but if each one gave a dollar it would be a couple of hundred dollars to make their month a little less stressful. Something is everything.
Thank you for considering.
Here is to grand-children everywhere. May they live a life of good health and god-willing, peace.