Buddies

I have a very special granddaughter. Well actually, I have four of them but well just limit our discussion to one of them today - the four-year-old. I am also fortunate to have a very special mother. Mom and my granddaughter (well just refer to her as K) have a very special relationship. It started the moment K came into our lives. Even though Mom was nearly , K was immediately attracted to her. Actually, attracted doesnt adequately describe their relationship. It was more like they were long lost buddies who had been reunited after many, many years. It didnt make any difference who else was around. The instant K walked in the door, shed always head straight to Grandma. Thats what she would call Mom instead of Great Grandma. They would talk and play dollies. Talk and touch and smile and just be happy. They were together and thats all that counted. When the weather was nice and Mom was able to be outside on the patio, K would take her dollies outside just so she could be close to Grandma. And yes, they would talk and smile and be happy. Now that Im living several hundred miles away, Im not there to enjoy this interaction between K and her Great Grandma. But I understand that they are still great buddies. If K is having a bit of a bad day, she and Mom will talk and it wont be long until K is feeling much better about whatever is happening in her young world. If K isnt feeling well, Mom is there to give hugs, rubs or whatever it takes to help the healing process. Most of the time though, I think its the love thats doing the healing. Love really is a potent medicine, you know. Buddies. Talking and smiling and loving. You just know there is a lot of love shared between K and her Great Grandma. What a wonderful relationship between two people separated in age by almost ninety years. I like to hear about it. I enjoy hearing the nice things K tells her dad about this wonderful, continuing relationship and the nice things her Great Grandma does for her. It really is special. Very special. And Im sure that Mom is enjoying it too. Its not like its a burdensome responsibility watching over a four year old child. After all, theyre buddies. Always have been always will be. Im sure of that. The date on Moms death certificate is May th, . Maybe it should be re-titled to New Life certificate instead. It seems more appropriate somehow. PS: I understand from K that Mom no longer needs her wheelchair. Isnt that great?