I heard the sweetest story tonight. When I was just 4 months old, my mother brought me from England to meet my grandparents. When it was time to return to England, my grandfather drove us to the airport in the snow, which slowed the 90 minute drive to the airport. He dropped us off and then went to park the car. By the time my mother arrived to the gate, she had to board and my grandfather had not come back yet. She sat on the plane with me, knowing she would not see my grandfather again for about 18 months. Suddenly, my grandfather came down the aisle to give me, his first grandchild, a kiss goodbye. He had convinced the gate agents to let him on the plane before it left. I think I finally understand why, despite the long years between visits, I have always felt loved and cherished by my grandparents.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 01:04:25 +0000
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