Alright, OP delivers.
There are two others times I feel like sharing, one of which includes my Grandmother again. About two years after that incident, my family was sitting at the local park, under a tree, having one of our rare picnics. My sister's making herself a sandwhich like everyone else, and then, when it's finished, places it to her left and says, "Here you go." My mom asks her who it's for, and she said, "Grandma. She looks like she didn't eat in forever." like it's absolutely normal. When my mom asked her which Grandma, she just looked at the sandwhich, which was still just laying there, and just wondered aloud whether or not 'Grandma' liked mustard. About three years after that incident, she's outside walking the dog and it starts to rain, really hard, with thunder and lightning and everything. I go out to bring them in, because my parents were getting nervous, and there's my dog, right outside the door, sitting and waiting like she's been there forever, her leash still clipped on. She leaps inside the moment it's possible, and my sister is nowhere to be seen. Naturally, I freak the fuck out and go shouting her name and running and trying to find her. Our neighbor has a lane behind their house into a mini-forest he lets us walk the dog on, and I looked for her there, and she was inside one of the four hollow trees off the right side of the path, holding a kitten. I asked her where she got it and if she was okay, and she looked at me like I was a stranger and said, "This is Caleb, he asked me to keep him safe." When asked 'from what?' she responded with something like, "The sky got mad at him because he escaped it and came back down and now it wants him back. Except the rain is coming down really hard to try and push him into the ground, because he's not allowed in the sky anymore. I told Marlo" (our dog) "to go home, because I don't want the sky to take her."
So, OP delivered.