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I am a 36 year old adoptee - I hope I am not butting in here. But I read this thread and felt I had to respond.
At 36, both sets of my grandparents have passed. I have wonderful memories of my grandparents, and could tell some stories!!!
I also have the stories that my parents have told me. Things that happened before I was born. I will pass these stories on to my son.
What I am trying to say is my Nanny and Grandma are mine regardless of blood. And I am their granddaughter. To this day. Blood was never a requirement. Only Love. And I got that in abundance. I never met my Dad's dad. I only knew his stepfather. It doesn't matter. I know him from stories. I know how much he would have liked me.
And while I don't have Nanny's long fingers, or Grandma's eyes, I do have Nanny's spider trick. Grandma's poker skills. Grandpa's baby dance (I do it with my son).
My grandparents live on in me - in my memories, in photos in my house, in stories I tell my son.
And I think that's what counts.
Just my 2 cents.
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