My dad's father couldn't talk for the last 5 or 6 years of his life. I have one particularly fond memory of him during that time.
He wasn't a believer, and his life wasn't marked by joy. One time we came to visit him. When he saw our son, he lite up. It was obvious how my grandfather wanted to be with my son and enjoy him. Unfortunately, it was short-lived with our squirrely toddler. The only picture I have of it is in my memory.
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