and grandma made a baby blanket, it was a beautiful blanket with multiple colors, but I lost my baby. I kept the blanket that she gave me with tears running down her beautiful cheeks. Then a year later I got pregnant again, this time he survived weighing 1pound 6 ounces. When I brought Dustin home and grandma came to visit, she held him for the first time and you could feel the love passing between them and the non-verbal communication between them was powerful. From that day on there was the most special bond between them. As Dustin got older he was even more attached to her and the bond they shared became stronger. Dustin would go out of his way to help HIS great-grandma, whether it was walking with her walker or getting her a drink, he was right there by her side.
Then the older she got the more the Alzheimer's was trying to rear it's ugly head, she still knew who Dustin was. She would get the rest of us confused but not her Dustin. She past away a year ago and that bond has not severed between her and my son. Everyday he let's me know that he misses his great-grandma. Then he wants to know if I do and if his regular grandma does too, for regular grandma was great-grandma's daughter.
The tradition in our family was that when anyone had a baby grandma would make them a blanket, I think that is a wonderful tradition for families to have. I still have both of my babies blankets. I miss my little grandma more and more everyday. I know that know matter what Dustin will always remember her because even death could not sever their bond. She was a very special lady and she deserved the respect that she got from everyone around her. The only other word I can use to describe how I felt about her besides I love her is that I adored her and respected her. I can't wait til we are together again at home in heaven because I believe that she is there waiting for the rest of us to get there, and while she waits she will be with the rest of our loved ones that have gone home.
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