'Momma--"gramma"!'

Hello, everyone, I'm ready to start crying as I type up this post. They were both in bed and I had kissed them good night. Before falling asleep, Maximilian started saying, "Catherine, . . ." so as to go over the family members' names. He listed Catherine, one of the twins (cannot remember which one), and Thomas. Therefore I gave him the full list of all their siblings waiting for them at home: Catherine, Gerard, Warren, Thomas, Nicholas, and Stephen. Out of his own initiative, he added someone else--someone who gave so very much of herself for each and all of the adoptions to come true--and yet someone who won't be physically there at the time of their homecoming: "Gramma." I didn't need any clearer vocalization. I will have to find someone to interpret for me the explanation that Grandma is in Heaven, and is hugging and kissing them from Above. Given that without someone to interpret for me I was unable to explain anything, I pretended not to listen--and he insisted, 'Momma--"Gramma"!' I know that my Mom is hugging them from her place next to God. I know that exactly in the same way she did it for me when I was a child and actually all my life, she is carefully and lovingly watching every single movement for them not to get hurt. She is bringing them home, the same as in 2008 when the U.S. Consulate in Port-au-Prince gave us some unwarranted trouble, before any politician arrived to do anything, my Dad's intervention from Above brought Thomas and Nicholas home. God bless, Lillian