When I was pregnant with my seventh and last child I went to visit my mother, who was living in a different state than myself with her sister. (I in Southern California. They in Utah). This is the only reason I can think of for my young daughter's affinity for her grandmother, whom she'd had very little affiliation with from birth to age 7, when my mother passed away.
At the time of my mother's passing, my young daughter was living with my niece in a town not far from where I lived with her siblings. My niece gave me and my daughter a ride to Arizona where the funeral was to be held, since that is where my mother and her sister had moved to and was living with and working for my older sister who lived there and had a day care.
At this time I was a single (divorced) mom, raising my family, and couldn't afford trips to visit relatives in far away places, so my daughter had practically no contact with my mother. But once we were at the funeral, during a private viewing before the service began, my daughter insisted on kissing her grandmother "goodbye". I lifted her up to the coffin and she kissed her grandma's cheek.
Not long after, my daughter returned home to live with me and her siblings. She was playing on the swings in the back yard with her friends one day when I heard one of her friends say, "Who are you talking to?"
"My grandmother. Can't you see her standing right there?" The friend turned to look where she was pointing and saw nothing. "You're crazy!" She taunted and went home. My mother regularly visited my daughter, who thoroughly enjoyed these visits with a grandmother she hardly knew during her young life.
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