My grandma did love it. She hugged me without even taking a second look at it. just when she saw the pictures of her little girl, she turned to me, smiled and hugged me. It was probably the (only) best part of my day. After she read the poem, she sounded just like she did on the phone the morning she told me Kayla died. As if she was aobut to cry. I gave her aother long, tight, hug and she said many thank yous.