grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
I Thought She Was A Witch
Dear Daughters, Grand Daughters, and my global sisters: I want to share with you the life of one of the bravest, strongest women I have had the gift of knowing. My beloved grandmother. Life was never easy for the young girl who left the family farm to spare her family the shame of giving birth to an “illegitimate” son. That was the cruel label of her era. It is appalling to even write that word, in my efforts to tell you of her journey. Grandmother’s life in “the city” would soon include my future grandfather. Even in the presence of his little grandchildren, he would remind her what a “big favor” he had done by marrying her. One can only wonder if their life story was founded on love or gratitude?
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Families
Dear Betty
I have started this letter three times over in attempt to find some clever way to say what I am feeling. The challenge is to write a letter to the strongest woman I know. Of course you came first to mind. How could you not? I tried writing this in form of a poem. It didn't work. I tried using fancy language like I would in an essay. It didn't work. And so. This time I just want to pour our words from my heart to yours.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨5 years ago in Families
Grandma Tippy-Toe
Dear Gram: I know you are in Heaven now but I want you to know you are missed here on earth by so many people. You were such a strong woman who taught me so much. I was so lucky that you lived next door to me throughout my childhood and then when grandpap passed away we lived together until your death at the age of 101. You survived so many difficult times yet you were always fun-loving and kind. You were not only loved by your grandchildren but also by your many nieces and nephews. Guess what Gram? One of your grandnieces even named her daughter after you! I wish you were still living when she was born and had the opportunity to meet her. But you would be so happy to know that she looks and acts just like you.
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Families
Donna.
Dear Donna, I will forever be grateful for July 17th, 1950, because the strongest black woman I know was born. I wish I could've used a baby picture of you to match the first sentence. For some reason, I can't find any of yours. You must’ve hidden them. Haha. Anyway...
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Families
Warrior Woman
It’s been a few years since we said our last goodbye. You were a bit confused about where you were when you woke up in the middle of the night, so I reminded you that you were staying by your daughter in Long Island. Your stark white hair a lovely contrast to your beautiful brown skin, told the tale of a long life well lived.
By Kiesha Haughton5 years ago in Families
It’s Important
Dear Momma Lil, I miss you more than I can begin to say. I know you were upset that I stayed home from school that day but I’m not sorry. If I would have gone to school, I would have missed that one last morning with you. I wish I could have said goodbye and told you I love you. Truth, I would have also begged you not to leave me. I am writing this to because I have something to tell you, honestly, I have tons to tell you. I’ll get to the reason for writing in a minute, first let me catch you up really quick.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Families
The Phoenix
Dear Grandma, When you were a teenager, your house burned to the ground. And in the midst of the inferno, in the hot, bright chaos, you struggled to pull your unconscious mother to safety, such as it was. And then, with courage that I can only attribute to your inner light, you ran back into the flaming building to save a baby brother—step-brother—who would never fulfill all of your hope for him. Your mother died anyway, died within days from the poison of smoke from a fire that you did not start. That you should not have paid for. Your step dad sent you to live with your father, your father who believed that children should be seen and not heard. You must have been–oh!–so very alone.
By Brynne Nelson5 years ago in Families
