I’ve been sans grands since 1997. My dad’s dad died seven years before I was born; his mom when I was five. My mom’s mom died when I was in college, and my grandad (from whom I was estranged, with most of my family until I was a pre-teen) passed away when I was 26 or so. Christmas, though, will forever bring memories of my beloved Granny Hig. As we prepared for the holidays, I heard from my friend Rob, who just laid to rest his grandmother at the age of 90. He shared via e-mail how much his grandmother meant to him, and how difficult it would be to not have her part of their lives, especially during Christmas. I get grands. I know exactly how he feels.

My husband has been blessed to have all four of his grandparents into his adult years. His paternal grandparents passed away in the last few years. He’s very lucky to have his maternal grandparents into his late thirties!

Grandpa is not doing well tonight; he’s spending the evening in the ER with breathing problems and chest pains. We’re hoping for the best, of course, that it’s nothing serious and he’ll be up and flirting with the nurses in no time.

Hug those grandparents close. We don’t get them for long, but they’re often what makes the holidays special.

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