This happened awhile ago, but it is still worthy of note.
It'll be a month on September 1 that my Dad/Bumpa got really sick. I feel like August 2009 is/will be a blur for me forever. The weekend after the funeral, my Mom (Grammy, to those who matter most here) came out to spend some time (be completely distracted and ultimately exhausted) with her grandchildren. Books were read, walks taken, Legos built and taken apart and built again. She only stayed three days, but it was good to have her close.
Hug 'em if you got 'em.
