grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Black Buick
Holly stood taller than most of the women in her family at 6’2. It was for this reason that she always felt like a bit of an oddball. It was a self-proclaimed title, but one of which she was fond. She didn’t mind standing out and it was a good thing too because she certainly did. Not only was she tall, but she was also stunningly fair. She had bright blue eyes and a smile to match though her beauty wasn’t necessarily drawn from the fact that she had raw physical beauty. Her attractiveness came more from her personality and charisma. A good word to describe Holly would be warm.
By Clay Johnson5 years ago in Families
Dear Diary
Dear diary, I’m Gracelynn! My Nana’s cottage has always been a hideaway for me, a safe place. It could be the ivory colored, plush carpet and floral wallpapered walls that made it so homey. Well…. personally, I think it’s the people who live in the house that make it so special. If you were to ask me who my favorite person is, I would have to say Nana! The special bond we share allowed me to talk to her about anything! It’s something that I will always cherish. Although, I wish I would have known my Papa, or at least heard stories about him. I find it odd that every time I ask Nana about him she dodges the question, but I have never given it much thought. The reason why I bring all this up is because my Nana passed away yesterday; Two days before my Fourteenth Birthday. When I heard the news I instantly felt broken inside like the world had just lost someone that was not meant to go yet. I could feel the hot tears viciously streaming down my long, sleek face. I decided it would be a good idea to start a diary to comfort me and help me to later remember this unfortunate experience. Well, I have to go—my Mom, Lindsay, just knocked on my door and said “I know this is going to be hard for you but… tomorrow we have to go to Nana’s house and go through her belongings.” I knew it was coming but I did not want to accept it. I will update you tomorrow.
By Emma Walter5 years ago in Families
Grandpa Charlee
"It's dusty in here," said Nera coughing and waving her hand in front of her face. We were in my late grandpa's house, which was left for me in Wisconsin, not far from Lake Geneva. My wife, Nera and I were clearing his old things out to get ready to move in.
By Anne Favors5 years ago in Families
Grandma's Girl.
The humidity in the office was almost unbearable. The dumpy little lawyer leaned back in his chair as he fanned himself with a document labelled ‘Confidential’. Even in a light floral dress, sweat dripped down Agnes’ neck as she sat on the opposite him. Her legs stuck uncomfortably to the fake leather chair.
By Georgie Brown5 years ago in Families
Open When I'm Gone
My maiden name is Fontana Rivera, but my grandma calls me Fawn. I was fifteen and just starting to really see who I wanted to become. I was excited to begin my life after high school and see where the open world would take me; however, I never expected my life to have a grim turn in Spring.
By Lorraine Counts-Ramirez5 years ago in Families
Invisible Dreams
I looked around, taking in the cheery gloom of our living room, overrun with flowers and cloaked in black attire. There were maybe a handful of people here who were truly close to my grandfather. But I didn’t mind knowing that; it only made the relationship I had with him even more special.
By Caitlin Cumming5 years ago in Families
Even once I’m gone
The wake was months ago, yet it was so vivid in Jacob’s mind as he sat in one of the stiff chairs in the family attorney’s office. His grandfather’s testament was being read, the man who raised him. He felt sick, the reality of it never really settled in until recently. Jacob’s grandfather was all he had, his mother died in labor and his father disappeared without a trace a few weeks later. His siblings were older and already had their lives together and their own families while he just recently turned 19. He didn’t know them very well, they moved out when he was 6 to live with their mom, his dad’s ex wife.
By Alorah Weeks5 years ago in Families
The Life I Used to Be
Nothing good would come from this. Those words echoed like an incessant warning in my head, growing louder with each moment I ignored them. And even though I knew they were correct, my feet carried me forward anyway. Of course I knew nothing good would come from this, but no power in hell or earth would keep me away now. Another step. Another reckless decision. Another moment closer to... what?
By Tracy Combs5 years ago in Families
Best Birthday Ever
It was supposed to be his best birthday ever. Pap-Pap, my Grandfather, was turning 75 and I thought I had the perfect gift for him tucked in the envelope inside of my jacket. My Pap-Pap, he was the kind of guy who believed in hitting first and asking questions later. Built like a five-foot tall wood-burning stove, he possessed an agility of mind belonging only to the young-at-heart or the young-in-body. Make no mistake: he was most definitely the former.
By Jack Sullivan5 years ago in Families
Her Final Wish
“Hey you, she’s not doing well. You need to come in and say good-bye.” It was a hot Friday in August when Liz got the phone call from her dad. Liz hung up the phone and called her mother-in-law to come watch her baby, Logan, while she went to the hospital to say her final good-byes to her 95 year old grandmother, Joy.
By Morgan Elaine5 years ago in Families
