“When My Granddaughter Didn’t Want to Hug Her Grandpa, Her Words Shocked Me”

Lily used to burst through our front door like a tiny hurricane, a whirlwind of energy that could brighten any room. She didn’t knock, at least not in any recognizable form of knocking. The door would swing open suddenly, the stopper rattling against the hardwood, her little sneakers squeaking against the polished floorboards. She moved with the kind of unrestrained joy that only a seven-year-old could embody—arms flailing slightly as if she were… CONTINUE READING…