grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Gold in the Attic
My grandma told me about the gold in the attic when I was twelve years old. I had known, since I was little, that all sorts of strange things are hidden in the curious cabinets around her house. The spices and crackers and pumpkin seeds that would tumble over my head as soon as I’d reach for the shelves. The nearly folded and categorised linens and blankets and fabric scraps; tucked away with grandpa’s impressive stamps collection; the dusty glass display stands of shells and fans and Buddha heads—magazines, fictions, a magnificent bird embroidering on a miniature screen…a tuneless guitar I grew up thinking to be a cello.
By Clarissa Dsong5 years ago in Families
Undesired
There she lay for 3 days unnamed, alone, destined to die. Unwanted, unwished for, unplanned. It was a dark and cold December, the doctors and nurses did not have hope for a happy ending, she was too small, born too early, only faith could carry this baby through. One loving grandma; who prayed, stayed, cared and loved as only a hero can until a miracle happened, the baby girl grew, she breathed, she thrived.
By Tina Richardson5 years ago in Families
Beyond the Sunset:
I couldn't believe it. I had no memory of writing those words. Yet I must have. There, in the little black book that emerged during a clean-up of my late grandmother's house, were the words written in my own unmistakable handwriting. The words were frightening, urgent, spare and pleading - and I was riveted by them.
By Geof Wheelwright5 years ago in Families
The Gift From Beyond
My uncle Bentley was a kind and gentle man. Bentley Buxton, apparently my grandfather loved expensive cars. I remember my uncle as a quiet and contented man the few times he came to visit when I was younger. My mother often said that when she was young, he would sit with her and patiently listen to her problems after she had a difficult day and he always made her feel better just for the listening. They had not seen each other in quite some time so when we got news of his death it was an understandable shock. He didn’t have any family of his own and he left everything to my mom. Today was the day that we were to go to his house to organize it’s final sale and go through his things so that mom could keep what she wanted and arrange for the rest of it to be either sold or given away. She asked me to come along to lend a hand and more than likely some emotional support as I am sure she knew it was going to be difficult for her. He was her only sibling and now it was just her. Her parents long gone now, she was what some might consider an orphan. I could tell that this was weighing heavily on her. So we each packed a bag and jumped in the car and started on the three-day journey to the other side of the country where my uncle had lived.
By Peter Wright5 years ago in Families
The Garden
The thing stared at me, never breaking its focus. Its eyes bloodshot, causing them to stand out against its pale, white skin. The dark, brown mass perched on top its head was all entangled within itself, forming a giant knot. It was repulsive to look at, though at the same time, I couldn’t pull myself to look away from the beast. Somewhere, hidden behind the bloodshot eyes I could vaguely see the pain and hurt that the creature was feeling. As if it was searching for somebody to just notice it and help it. Then, snap, I recognized the beast.
By Emily Case5 years ago in Families
