Little Jaimie her granddaughter came in and interrupted her thoughts. “Grams can I have a cookie?”. “Of course, sweetie, here you go”. Jaimie was 6, if Beatrice died she’d miss her school plays, athletics, dances, proms, graduations, wedding, and many other occasions. She tried to picture that child at each stage of her life. How hard this was going to be.

Ben came in, the baby, he was four, he hugged her leg and said, “I love you gwammy”. Her heart really broke and she started crying. Ben not knowing why she was crying asked, “Did you get a boo boo gwammy?” “No, child, I just am sad today that’s all.” Ben smiled, “Don’t be sad, cause I love you!” Tears welled up in her eyes again. “Here you go Ben here’s a cookie, now run outside and play.”