Granda-da,
My grandfather was an amazing person with such a kind spirit & loving heart. When I was 7 years old, I came to visit my grandparents' Las Vegas home all by myself. Needless to say, I was spoiled rotten. One night, they took me to the strip to see a lights show and I had brought with me a beloved stuffed bear named Lucky. Distracted by the lights, I forgot my friend somewhere along the line and as we were walking to go home my heart sank when i realized I'd lost him. My granda-da took one look at my face & knew who I'd forgotten. Taking my hands in his he said "Okay, we have to pray really hard & ask God to find Lucky." So I closed my eyes tight & pressed my palms together, pleading for Lucky's return. I opened my eyes & in my grandfather's hands was my little beige bear. Although at the time I'd simply thougth my prayers answered, I know now he was a gaurding angel looking out for his loved ones. I love you granda-da x
