When I was pregnant with Immy, Grandma was adamant I was having a girl. I remember phoning her from the hospital carpark after I had the gender scan to tell her it was indeed a girl. Her answer was "I know!" 

I am so grateful that Immy was able to meet her Great Grandma. She loved going to visit and was always sharing her toy pastries and picnic basket, even bringing in the pieces of a train track one at a time so we could set the track up in Great Grandma's room for her to join in.

Grandma thought the world of all her Great Grandchildren and they thought the world of her too.