grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Old Man Miller's Place
"Thanks so much for coming home with me this weekend, Julie." Emma kicked aside some dead branches on the overgrown path and pushed her auburn-braid off her shoulder. "When my mom said she needed to have a 'serious' talk with me, I figured she'd seen my Biology grade." Emma turned to her college roommate, who was struggling to push aside a low-hanging tree branch. "She's not going to get too mad in front of you."
By Heather M Mosko5 years ago in Families
The Black Notebook
Here it is, the day that I have been dreading for the last 365 days. Today marks the unbearable anniversary of my grandfather’s passing. My final goodbye keeps playing in my head and on repeat. Did I say enough? Did he hear me? I constantly wonder as the beginning of my day creeps in. My grandfather passed away from brain cancer, that terrible disease that has the ability to take your loved ones without a second glimpse. I am not one that is particularly spiritual, in fact I am an atheist. So when I say my final goodbye broke me in ways I’d never imagine possible- it definitely did.
By Kaylee Gilman5 years ago in Families
Beyond Time
Around 5:00AM every day, on the dot, the Elderly of Armada Park would gather in the gardens, feeding cooing pigeons as their avian friends too settled there amongst patches of sprouted wild grain. However, there was one noticeable woman there today that did not particularly fit in with the usual park goers.
By April Perez5 years ago in Families
Grams
I can’t even think about her without that ache in my chest becoming so powerful it’s hard to breathe. It’s been six months since her passing and the ache hasn’t dulled — in fact the fullness of her “gone-ness” has only grown as time goes on and I realize that I will never again see her wrinkled face, smell her magic in the kitchen, or feel the strong safety of her hugs. I thought she’d always be around like she’d always been around. Even when we said goodbye I didn’t realize it was goodbye — I wish I had because I would have held her longer.
By Emily Chapel5 years ago in Families
Little Black Book, Big Opportunity
It was the week before final project presentations for the university’s undergraduate Architectural Program. As campus grounds were becoming densely populated with blooming tulips and leaves covering the branches of maple trees were awakening to the warmth and bright light from the sun’s rays, there was a sense of excitement overcoming the nervous, sleep-deprived students, who had been busy tucked away behind the constant glow of their computer screens and unorganized studio desks, hastily working toward the completion of their projects before the imminent deadline.
By Christina Smith5 years ago in Families
The Mystery Man
This was no ordinary black book. No siree, this little beauty was adorned with rivets of gold and grape-coloured jewels. Gingerly, the twelve-year-old Charlie scooped up the treasure from its gift box, slowly caressing its cover then flipping it over to feel and inspect more of its soft, smooth and leathery dark surface.
By Lynda Sarrasin5 years ago in Families
Time Capsule
How do people do it, go to college, work, homework, cook, clean, socialize? Something has to give. The nursing program is tough, so tough the homework is piled on my desk so high, my watch is ringing that I have an hour before I have to work. I pack my packsack full of texts, binders, paper, pens and paper.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Families
The Black Ledger
The black leger The well-worn black leather notebook felt soft, in Emily's hands, she can’t think of a time she had ever seen her grandfather without it. The book was something he had always carried around and turned to almost like a bible. Now being handed the wight felt immense, well the weight of everything felt immense that is, as the executor of the will hand it to her.
By Michael Cicciarella5 years ago in Families
