grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Great Aunt Sarah's Library
Everyone clicked their tongue in that disappointed way when my Great Aunt Sarah got sick with COVID-19 and died. It happened rather quickly; she was sick one day, in our small-town hospital the next and quietly buried without ceremony in a family plot by the end of the week. No one was able to go visit her in the hospital; a good excuse for a lot of people who probably wouldn’t have gone to visit her anyway. She was ninty years old.
By Molly Koeneman (she / her)5 years ago in Families
A Fish Tale
Jason hadn’t seen his grandfather in almost two years, so he was a bit surprised to learn that when his grandfather passed away, he was the lone beneficiary in his will. His grandfather, Walter, had a house by the lake that he used to visit as a kid. Walter would take him out fishing, but he would always end up getting drunk. Jason’s dad used to tell him, Grandpa developed his alcohol problem after Grandma passed away, which was when Jason was around three years old, so he didn’t have too many memories of her.
By Roy Tsukishima5 years ago in Families
Forget Me Not
She was feisty, unfiltered, and stubborn. Particularly difficult, without a shameful bone in her body. She’d spit and kick if she couldn’t get her way, and I’d always be the one to restrain her when acted out. Grandma was difficult, and I always thought she hated me. So, when she passed, I felt relief. I was almost glad. She wasn’t suffering anymore, and luckily, neither would we.
By Miranda Liceaga5 years ago in Families
Louise
Louise always had ideas. She would scribble them into her little books, drawing pictures, sticking stickers and showing her friends. “This is my dream book, my book of dreams.” She wanted to do it all; see the world, meet stars, find true love. She was, after all, the star of her very own movie, premiere date to be determined. Her friends would read her lists, and there were many many lists, and laugh. “Louise, this is too much. You have to pick one.”
By Andrea Carolina Batarse5 years ago in Families
A Dream and a Little Black Book
She sat in the window, the sun warm upon her face, as memory after memory danced through her head. Every so often a smile turned the corners of her mouth, as the tears flowed in what seemed like a never-ending sad spring rain, down her cheeks to fall silently off her chin, this signaled the next tear to begin the same journey again and again.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 years ago in Families
Recipes For Success
Susan thumbed the pages nervously, listening to the paper crinkle. She opened the small black book, then closed it, and then opened it again. The bright morning sun illumined the pages, stained and yellowed with age. Each page contained a secret, carefully scribed in faded blue ink. It was not scrawled or scribbled; each letter was marshalled with impeccable penmanship onto ruled lines that had faded nearly out of existence.
By Patrick H-K5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
February 24, 2021 The Inheritance By: Richard Santilli Christopher Latimer Banks sat on an old wooden milk crate. He had been watching the last rays of the sun. Which had been shining through the small attic window. There ever-lengthening beam, growing longer, pointing into the corner.
By Richard Santilli5 years ago in Families
The Gains of Giving
I can still hear his contagious laugh; Shoulders bouncing up and down. Arms crossed in front of him as if he were able to hold it in. His bright light that illuminated all of us. But now, that light had faded into the great beyond. It sucks saying goodbye to a loved one. It sucks seeing the life of one who actually made the world a better place, suddenly gone. But here we are. It is what it is. And there’s nothing we can do to change that.
By Dallas Jackson Gold5 years ago in Families
Something to Treasure
Along time ago I lived in the house. The house was so old. that the floors cracked and every time the wind blew it shook the house. This house was given to me by a family member who just passed away. The will said i could live her if I fix it up and make it come alive again. Everyone in town new that this house was haunted it became a daring spot on halloween for children to trick or treat here. Usually the towns people avoid it. To me it’s peaceful and yes there are some haunting in the house. It all seems friendly. a thing or two gets moved on occasion. But I don’t get scratched and don’t feel like I need to leave. I get written messages and have my name called out to me. I sometime I feel like i’m being watched and yes it creeps me out a few times. But not enough to leave. Most of the haunting are in the article or in the basement. That is where all the old stuff is.
By Samantha Ashman 5 years ago in Families
One Last Adventure
My grandfather was my best friend. We did everything together. I remember him telling me stories about his childhood, about how he and his father would go on all these little adventures. When I was younger, I loved to sit on his lap and listen to all the great treasures he found. How much was real, and how much was make-believe, I don’t know. That doesn’t matter. What matters is the excitement that he felt telling the story and the excitement I felt listening. As I got older, I was able to go on these adventures with him. I remember running around all over town looking for clues. He even paid people to be a part of the story; the crazy shopkeeper, the one-legged pirate, and the undercover treasure hunter posing as a school teacher. Everyone knew him. My grandfather’s name was August, so he nicknamed me September. On every treasure hunt, the town’s people would say, “there goes August and September.”
By Felecia Brown5 years ago in Families
