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Within the first few days of his being home, he had met everyone except Bill's grandmother, Helyn, who lived in a nursing home about half an hour away from us. We kept meaning to go see her, especially since Bill's mother Emma had mentioned Helyn was not doing too well healthwise. Helyn had been doing very badly while we were in Kaz, and at 95 years of age, we though then that she was not going to make it. Somehow, she managed to come back to health and was doing fairly well until about a week after we got home. However, what with taking care of Dylan and dealing with a bad case of jet-lag, we kept putting our visit off.
On Wednesday, May 21, I awoke with the feeling that I had to take Dylan to see Helyn that day. It would have been more convenient to wait until Bill got back from his business trip later in the week, but I had this pressing feeling of urgency. It had to be that day. I have learned to follow these feelings that I get every so often, so I called Emma and asked if it would be all right if we came over and visited that morning. She said it was OK, so Dylan and I headed to the nursing home for him to meet his great-grandmother.
When we arrived, Helyn and Emma were sitting in the dining room. Helyn was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, and stayed that way throughout most of our visit. Emma and I chatted for a while and showed Dylan off to all the nursing home staff and residents. He was a big hit! Everyone oohed and ahhed over him, but still Helyn remained seated with her eyes closed.
After about an hour, Emma leaned over and asked Helyn if she would mind if we placed the baby in her lap so she could meet her great grandson. Helyn said all right, so Emma picked Dylan up and carefully placed him in Helyn's lap.
The change in Helyn upon seeing Dylan was incredible. Her eyes flew open, her face broke into a smile, and she began saying "baby, baby, baby!" in such an excited voice that Emma and I could barely hold back the tears at witnessing that tender moment. Unfortunately, Dylan almost immediately started crying, so I couldn't leave him in Helyn's lap and had to pick him up. We left the nursing home soon afterwards.
Helyn passed away that very evening. Although I regret not having visited her sooner, I will always be grateful that I followed my gut and took Dylan to meet his great-grandma that morning. Emma said that the last time she saw her mother happy was when Helyn had Dylan in her lap. It is a moment that we will all treasure forever...