Grandad was waiting patiently, immaculately dressed as always. Shoes polished, hair slicked back, and sporting a jacket and tie.
"I've been waiting" he said, smiling. "I thought you'd be here sooner".
"Sorry, but I wasn't sure if I should leave the girls, they still need us", she replied.
"They'll be fine" said grandad. "And besides, I've got something to show you".
He took her hand, as gently and lovingly as he always had, led her through the open door, and out into the bright morning sunshine. Instinctively, she closed her eyes against the sudden glare. But she could feel the warmth on her face, and smell the fresh, familiar breeze. Someone must have just cut their grass.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Home" was his simple reply.
"We're going home Bet".
