My Grandson

I’m awake in the middle of the night. I remember how D had trouble sleeping and when he stayed over would come and and see me in the middle of the night. I would take him back downstairs and cuddle him. He was just a little guy then. Now he’s 13 and a half. Does he still have trouble sleeping? I wonder where Pippa is. I wanted to ask him when I saw him in June how his beloved cat was doing, but I didn’t get a chance. I worry something has happened to Pippa. I hope D knows wherever he is that I am here, loving him like always. There is always a place for him with me. His sisters too. 

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