grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
The Scavenger Hunt
Everyone knew it was coming. The small things she was starting to forget, the constant sleep, the weird eating habits. Death is a cruel and heartless bitch. Grandma Elaine was already getting old, but it never makes it any easier. Almost reaching her 97th trip around the sun, Grandma Elaine finally slipped away in her sleep just a week before her birthday.
By Laura Michelle5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Ms. Daisy was an elderly woman who lived alone. She had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. One particular grandson, Lewis would check on Ms. Daisy more often than the others. He would sit and talk to her for hours at a time. He would do some grocery shopping for her every now and then on the weekends. He would also clean her home when she was unable to do so. He would clean every room and area in her home. He wouldn't miss a spot. Ms. Daisy was a lover of books. She enjoyed reading books. She had a particular bookshelf where she kept her favorite books that had a significant meaning to her. Lewis wasnt quite a reader, he could read but he just wasn't a fan of reading. One day while cleaning, Lewis noticed that most of the books on Ms. Daisy's shelf were large in size. However there was a small, black book that appeared to be more worn than the larger books. He asked his grandmother, Miss Daisy why does she read the little, black book more than the others? She replies, "The biggest treasures are in the smallest containers." Lewis decided that whatever was in that book had to be good because his grandmother read from it everyday and placed it back on the shelf after reading it. As days and years went by, Lewis continued to notice how Ms. Daisy embraced this book.
By Yonta Brown5 years ago in Families
Dear Walter,
Dear Walter, A part of me wants to begin this letter with a cliché, "Hey Grandpa, it's been a while." In some ways, it has been almost 17 years now. In others, I speak to you in my mind almost every day. You were the first grandfather that I ever lost. You were the first casket I ever viewed. When I remember you in my mind, it is not the image of you in your last days with the cancer. I do not believe that is how you would want any of us to remember you. Your death was my first lesson in how to handle loss.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Families
Beautiful Magic
Charlotte's great-grandmother was what those in the town called a seer. But Charlotte never thought much about that. She was too busy being impressed with granny herself. From granny's Lowcountry southern cooking to the way she sipped Old Tom Gin, always with one ice cube and a lime wedge in it. She also thought granny was a tough old bird. At least, that's how Charlotte's mom described her. Charlotte did see granny once, in the sweltering humid heat of the summer, pluck a rattlesnake right off the porch and throw it straight into the bayou. She tossed the snake casually, like she was flicking a mosquito, also prevalent in the area, off her arm.
By Heather Mitchell Manheim5 years ago in Families
Grandfather Story
“ Your gramps hasn’t always been the nicest man” My aunt warned as I told her about my plan to stay with him this summer. “ I really don’t think it’s such a good idea” she tried to convince me to change my mind. I never understood why my family felt this way about my grandpa. I was born a lot later than my cousins were, my Dad being the second youngest of six children, so I've never seen that side of him. Everyone says he's softened up in his old age.
By Anna Sparrow5 years ago in Families
Grandpa's Gift
It is June 12th 2018, my Grandfather died 10 years ago today. I finally decided to go back to his house and sort through everything and let go of what I didn’t want. How could I get rid of anything? I loved him so much. He raised me from the time I was 8 years old. After my parents died in a car accident, he took me in. I had no other family on either side. My mom was raised in a children's home in Sweden, having no known family. My father was an only child as his mom died giving birth. I had only met my grandpa a few times before then, as we lived in California and he lived in Montana.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Families
My Grandmother's Prayers
John: Mom, I saw this small black book on the trash can again. It's the second time you threw it. Me: Son, it's cluttering my drawer. Can't you understand? That black book contains nothing but a list of debts and prayers. What am I going to do with it?
By Olivia Marlene5 years ago in Families
