grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Sans Humanité: The Story of Fireworks Man
Sometimes, my memories of him are so vivid, so well-formed, that I forget that I have never actually met him, that our only encounters with one another are in stories, or in dreams. He is my maternal grandfather, Patrick Alexander Ignatius Jones. He died to this life when my mother was seventeen, but he never really left us. Some people never do.
By Zilla Jones5 years ago in Families
Granny's deed
Good deeds..what are they? What do they mean? They are little signs of love, and loyalty. I feel my life with luck and good deeds never seem to come my way..not anymore..not in awhile few and far between.But, its times like this when you get to reminisce and de-clutter those memories I have fought in my head back and forth about if there is a God and why is it so hard to believe. which II find myself fighting battles in my mind that make me a disbeliever. I was baptized and was in awanas when I was a kid and, that seems to push me farther and farther away. I let shit get the best of me and let a lot of people down and probably fucked people up, but, I always knew one thing that would never change and that was “ grandma is always right”. And i'm not saying that in mean context , she was the sweetest but could be so salty happy go lucky. she was the glue in family. she just never once had a recurring thought of the glass half=empty, because she was so half-full. She made it through numerous brain surgery's. And they weren't minor. 11 aneurysms clipped, shunt put in, feeding tube, in our family she taught us to fight. she healed us, she fought for us, and she prayed about it all. so I will say this, i'm more of a scientist then a preacher. that being said, The one thing I struggle with the most is “god” and this good deed is about prayer. I was very insecure when I was a child and my self esteem wasn’t very strong. I was super hard on myself (still am), but one of the only people in my life that rooted for me was my grandma carol. and She was hilarious!! This little sweet old lady, with a middle finger behind her back towards my dad on thanksgiving, and through-out all the shit, her prayers keep me going and keep my optimism forever. Small back story: I grew up in the hospitals for my close family and my dad, because of his own shit, was an alcoholic so I felt super alone. So when I was trying out for soccer teams or holding my mom’s hair while she was getting through colon cancer. my grandma would pray that “ Please let kelsie gets on the AAA u-9 soccer team”, and bam woke up the next day and had a call from the coach and I made it. Thanks granny. I was always told when my grandma prayed for whatever reason I just knew things were gonna be alright and that’s what life is about; beautiful, optimistic thoughts. In return with the same. You definitely get what you give and vice versa. Who really knew was she was muttering in her prayers, or whether or not it was “ God”. The deed fathems me. but hey, I made soccer teams id been dying to get on (thinking in my head there's no way in hell.)and my mom alive and healing, got to attend almost all my games . I probably still don’t believe in god, but I believe prayer and a power greater then us. I strongly believe in good karma,or, “deed” and that nothing should be for granted. Not every good deed is meant for other people to see but to feel loved for second or 2. Now, my grandma passed a few years ago and I feel I don’t have much people to talk to. As I held her hand when she took her last breathe, as I closed her eyes, I look to the sky, now knowing shes my higher power. Shes who I get to talk to when I pray it forward. Love miss you granny!!
By Kelsie Cortez5 years ago in Families
Minnie and Tigger Go On Vacation
The Minnie and Tigger Experience When we were younger, we took many road trips, for living in Kentucky we were in the perfect epicenter to travel to many states, and we were fortunate to have parents that wanted to see the country that we relocated to from our beautiful and former home of Cape Town, South Africa. We saw the caverns in the Virginias, the coastlines of the Carolinas, and the tallest buildings ever in New York City. We went to children’s museums in Indianapolis and went to the Cincinnati Zoo where they had French fries in the shapes of animals. We rode a camel and an elephant, and the pictures of those times are just adorable. My sister was so small, as was I, and it is just so funny to see those pictures because I do not remember physically being that small, but of course there is evidence in thousands of photographs and slides that indeed, we were wee little things in little clothes. And little people wear little clothes, and oh the clothes our mothers would have us wear. Whenever my sister and I are together, we like to remind her of the horrors of our closets in the good old 1980s and early 1990s.
By Memoirs of A Chick5 years ago in Families
BIG MAMA GAVE ME A FISHING POLE
If you try, you probably can recall many fun memories others might take delight in hearing. Here's one of mine. This was many years ago when I was a child. I can still remember the pleasant smell of the old house--my grandmother's place. It reminds me of the many awesome meals she cooked for us there and the joy we had each time we visited her. Her name was Pearl but we called her Big Mama, and Big Mama loved to fish.
By Jyme Pride5 years ago in Families
The Keeper of Memories
The Keeper of Memories My grandmother’s death happened so secretively; nobody knew how she died and nobody ever would. I mean it’s what was expected because that’s how she lived her life. She kept secrets that would’ve changed the pattern of her destiny, but misery loves company. The truth sets you free if that’s your perception. Family secrets break families, and she made sure ours was severed. There were always constant battles of knowing the truth, and who got what inheritance. Family members were waiting for her to drop like the ball in NYC on New Years. That made her sour. She was the type of tart taste that burned your tongue and made tears come out of your eyes. How could someone of such intellect, intelligence, and knowledge of astral travel be a paradox of perception? A very somber sight to see how the illusion of money’s power overcame the power of love. It makes you question if there was ever any love at all to conquer the love of power. I killed her with kindness, and understood the different personalities she had to have for the various situations life threw at her. The love I had for her was unconditional and that meant I loved her negative equally to her positive.
By Anginie Moreno5 years ago in Families
Take Me With You...?
Josie pressed the lifeless lines of her grandmother’s hand, longing for one last whisper of a story. Grandmother Rose was her Rumple, the one who made limp strands in Josie's heart pump gold. Josie would rise each morning to secretly soak in Rose’s morning song to the crows. In their last moments alone together Josie gently plucked a few strands of silver hair from her grandmother’s comb and tucked them into the soft white pages of a little black book, then hungrily reread Rose’s parting letter on the inside cover.
By Oohna Aileen Hwyl5 years ago in Families
Gramp
He died, finally. Gramp was old, the oldest person I have ever known. I loved him but he was almost ninety years old and could hardly see. Everyone in the family said that it was time. I came home early for Christmas break but not for the funeral. No-one seemed to care whether I was there or not. It was more important to Dad that I help him clean out Gramp’s house. Dad grew up in that house and there was an outhouse in the backyard painted the same mint green color as the house. Dad said that they were still using the outhouse in the fifties.
By Liz Ludden5 years ago in Families
Love
It was a gray day in San Francisco when we arrived at the law offices of Stein and Mullin, LLP. My grandmother had just died the week before and the air was stale. There was a feeling of everything moving in slow motion despite the fact that the world was rapidly falling apart. The front desk staff seemed overly happy for the occasion and we were immediately put on guard. Their effervescence, an insult to our pain.
By Jenna Leann Kyle5 years ago in Families
