A granddaughter baked cookies for her sick granny. She was shocked when this happened.

If you’re a grandparent, you know that there is no greater joy than spending time with your little angels. Every second spent with them is a precious gift.

That’s why as a grandparent, you have to make every moment count. Perhaps you have special, made-up games that you play, and jokes that nobody else understands.Whatever the tradition, the children always light up when they see you.The following is a Daily Headline original. This story is proof that a grandmother’s love never dies.

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Read the heartwarming tale below.

We knew Granny was here when we could smell her famous shortbread cookies crisping in the oven. It was always a surprise when she visited. She would just show up, unannounced, and take over the show.We knew it was a Granny day as soon as we walked through the door after school. The smell of the freshly baked sugary treats came wafting through the hallway, and the aroma practically lifted us up off the floor from our shoelaces.We threw down our backpacks and books and scampered into the kitchen, shouting “Granny’s here!”“Hello my little Gooseberries!” said Granny as she turned from her workstation to give flour covered hugs. “Would you like to lick the beaters?” I saw my brother’s face light up as my mouth watered. Granny handed over two dough-covered beaters, one in each hand.There was something about those cookies that couldn’t be explained. If you haven’t tasted them, well, you’ve never really tasted a bite of food in your life.After we demolished our sweets down to the last morsel, Granny told us to “get your coats.” When we heard those magic words, we raced to the coat rack, and Granny grabbed her large leather satchel. We didn’t know where we were going today, but we couldn’t wait to get there.As Granny pulled the mini-van into the YMCA parking lot, my heart sank. I knew what this meant. I was signed up to do swim team in the fall. But I didn’t know how to swim. I felt my lip quiver and my vision was clouded by oncoming tears. Granny took me by the hand and didn’t say a word. But as I looked into her robin’s egg eyes, I knew I could trust her.Before I knew it, I was swimming in the deep end, without my floaties! Granny was there, right beside me shuffling along on the pool’s edge as I flutter kicked.  In-between breaths I heard her shouting, “You can do it! You’re almost there! Just keep going!” Her words made me feel stronger, and I was.The funny thing about life is, it doesn’t stop for anyone. In the blink of an eye, over a decade passed, and my brother and I were fully grown. Granny wasn’t quite herself anymore, so my brother and I were the ones who made the surprise visits. Except our visits weren’t really a surprise. Granny just couldn’t remember things like she used to.When we came to visit Granny, neighbors stopped by to voice their concerns. Granny couldn’t remember where she was, they said, and on occasion, had gone into other houses, confusing them for her own.It was time that we brought Granny home to live with us. My brother and I lived in a large, two story house, and Granny said she felt like she was in a palace. Granny’s only complaint was that she kept losing track of her room. I watched her futile attempts of trying to enter the pantry, mistaking it for her bedroom. Her look of dismay and confusion was heart-breaking.But then I remembered something that Granny had told me long ago when I was feeling just as lost and frightened as she.

I took out some brightly-colored post-it notes from my desk drawer. With my thickest, black sharpie, I scribbled the words along with directional arrows across several post-its and stuck them all along the walls.They read, “This way Granny! You can do it! You’re almost there! Just keep going!” The guiding beacon of the post-its worked, and Granny soon found her way.But as days passed, Granny was looking frail, and we couldn’t get her to eat. We tried her favorite chicken and dumpling soup, but she couldn’t manage a swallow. We tried mushed peas, ice cream, and even liquid Boost. But Granny rejected them all with the saddest expression I’ve ever seen.The cookies. How could I forget the cookies? I searched through Granny’s books and found it. Granny’s famous cookie recipe. With sweat, tears, and love, I managed to replicate the cookies. They smelled divine. I pulled them out of the oven and set them to cool on the counter. 10 minutes later I grabbed the spatula, so I could cool the cookies on wire racks.

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But hold on. Something was different about these cookies. They were shaped like angels. Only, I hadn’t used my angel-shaped cookie cutter or any cookie cutter for that matter. These cookies should have been round.Something inside me made me shudder, and I was covered in goosebumps. I shook off the weird feeling and gathered a plate of the cookies to bring to Granny’s bedroom. But by the time I got there, it was too late. Granny had passed peacefully in her sleep.Now, I don’t know if you believe in miracles, (especially divine intervention by cookie), but something unexplainable happened that day. If anything, I think this was Granny’s last gift to me. This was her sign that she was now an angel, watching over us.Since nobody could make Granny’s cookies like she could, she had to add her finishing touch.Made from scratch, with love. 

Not a dry eye in the house…Grandchildren. How do you know if you’ve helped raised them right?When the time comes, they will show you how much they valued all of the little (and big) things that you taught them over the years.And in your time of need, they will be there for you. Just like you were for them.

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