that for just one time he could see the beautiful, clever, funny little grandchild that he never saw before he died.
I'm sorry if this seems morbid, but i do this all the time - imagine him looking at her, watching her do something new, walking around the corner and him being so pleased to see her but pretending to run away like he did with DD1.
This is madness, he died two years ago and i do this every single day