Last night, two of our grandsons,4 and 7, stayed the night. This morning the 7 year old came into my bed very early and started asking questions about Colin's illness; how did he catch it? Will he get better? What will happen next? And many more. Then he said, " never mind Nanna B. I know he doesn't talk to me any more but he is till my grandad.
This afternoon I was playing Happy Families with them. Colin was behind me in his chair. The 4 year old slid down from his chair, took a tissue from the box and ran to Colin who was reclined, eyes closed and nose running. " Don't worry grandad, I'll wipe your nose"....and he did. A tear ran down Colin's cheek, and mine.
Nanna B