I had two grandmothers, but one lived in another country I only met once when I was very young, she passed.   The other made us feel ashamed to have been born to this earth, I know cause she made sure to tell us every chance she had.  

Then I met Michael grandmother, and she was sweet, alive, and loving.   She accepted you, no matter the history, scares, or needs.   She was the closet I came to a real grandmother.   Though I haven't been married to Michael long, each time he would visit she asked for me.    Then she found out the news we were expecting she puffed out her chest like a proud peacock, and was so happy for us.   I still even now remember word, by word what Michael told her the day he went to visit her, and had to let her know, we lost Ole.    

Now on the day of her funeral, I will be unable to make it, not cause I want to, but cause, I will be laying on a bed going thru ICI to have a baby.   Please pray this is in His perfect season.    I want, and do believe I will have a baby, to love and hold., and share stories of the great grandma, who held our new little one, in her loving arms before she sent it to us, to hold in our arms.

Cynthia

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