Today I met Daisy's pretend Papaw.
She was 23 months old when her Papaw died. She doesn't like to visit people in the hospital and it took her a long time to trust the pediatrician again.
Silly me was afraid that she would not remember him because of her young age.
She told me that she was with her 'pretend Papaw' because her real Papaw "got dead." The pretend one is just like the real one, only with her right now.
Her 'pretend' Papaw likes her shirt - he even has one just like it. He also likes her skirt, which does not match the shirt. He especially likes her flip-flops.
Oh, I have felt his presence here today.
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