...our grimacing (in morphine-masked pain) Grandlittle.
She lost a battle with a 'spinny thing' on the playground all the way over in Ireland.
And Grandma and Grandpa are quite sad we can't be close by.
She turned eight two days after this happened and doesn't think a red cast for a gift is a good present.
If you could say a little prayer for her healing, I'd greatly appreciate it.
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