grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
The Book of Treasures
Lucy slowly opened the email with trepidation. “Your Grandfather is very ill. Please come as soon as possible.” Those were the only words. My Grandfather sick? My sweet, sweet Pops? I just talked with him on Sunday! What in the world? What is going on?? Why not call???, she thought. She packed her bag as quickly as possible and headed to the airport hoping she would be able to buy a last-minute ticket and get there in time.
By Shanie Jones5 years ago in Families
Grandma Tilley
Meg knelt in front of the steamer trunk, its worn brown leather felt smooth under her hands and hinted at the secrets that lay within. The brass fittings and name plate gleamed in the early morning light declaring that it belonged to Margaret Tilley, her grandmother whose namesake she bore. Grandma had died a few weeks ago and now her children were sorting through her things. Everyone wanted Meg out of the way, so they suggested she take a look in the attic and see what she could find up there.
By Robin Trent5 years ago in Families
Lamentations of a Good Christian Woman
I never lived my life the way I wanted, and now that I ain't got one, I might as well be of some use. The insurance company made sure I'm worth more dead than alive. And since you're the only one that really cared about me, I left you $20,000. It's not much cause that's all I could afford, but I guess it's better than a sharp stick in the eye.
By Joseph Schwalenberg5 years ago in Families
George’s Hidden Will
“Georgie?” My mother’s voice drifted down the hall and found me sitting upon my grandpa George’s desk chair in his office. The room had always felt warm and inviting. The Turmeric colored walls were barely visible behind the stacks of bookcases that lined the room. Since his death the emptiness of the room was almost unbearable. In an attempt to keep my tears at bay I glanced up at the ceiling. A single fan over the desk seemed to float amongst the mural of cherubs flying through clouds. The beauty of it never ceased to amaze me.
By Jennifer Griffin5 years ago in Families
Brownies and Tennis
LITTLE BLACK BOOK Rose is watching TV enjoying her dinner when she's interrupted by a knock at the door. Due to her husband passing, kids moving away she has not had company in over 15 years and becomes startled and hesitant. Against her judgement she goes to the door looking through the peephole. To her surprise it is Hannah, a 15 year old with two big red curly puffs, freckles, and a charm bracelet with "H" on it. Rose opens the door. "Hi I'm Hannah, your new neighbor. I was wondering if I could get my ball that went into your yard?" She's a tennis player for her highschool team. Rose responds with "Yea sure go get it" in a very monotone nonchalant way. Being the bright bubbly kid she is, Hannah smiles, says thank you and begins to retrieve the ball.
By Takila Wiley5 years ago in Families
Grandfather
I hold the little black book tightly, as though I could squeeze the answers out of it. The book is my grandfather’s gift to me, filled with amazing stories of european dignitaries and royalty that he met or had shared a drink with. His was a life filled with travel and negotiations while working as a head engineer at the European branch of Boeing. The book also mentions times when he was young and growing up in the depression. Stories of dirt floors, hard work, and not a lot to eat. It was not the grandfather I knew. The man that I knew had long since retired when I came along. He lived in a comfortable home, and he filled his days mentoring students at the local library, cross stitching intricate landscapes, and playing silly old songs on his banjo.
By Brenda Johnson5 years ago in Families
The Open Door
It took longer to climb the stairs than he thought. His sneakers clapping against the wet stone. The clapping ended with three loud thuds and a deep gasp as he reached the last step. He tried not to think about how hard that was. Trying to brush off the fact that his body has run entirely out of air. He bent and grabbed his knees and panted. He felt like he was standing over a brush fire and inhaling its smoke. “This is what happens when you decide to follow the trail of a map you found on an old piece of paper that looked like it was scrawled by an old man who had a stroke”.
By Lorn Auros5 years ago in Families
Tell Me About the Olden Days
Kara watched her grandfather surveying the field. He carefully pulled his tattered black notebook from the chest pocket of his work shirt. It was held together by a blue elastic, that stretched around the coupons and bits of paper that he had collected in his travels. He retrieved the stubby pencil that was behind his ear, licked the tip and opened the book to a blank page. He began making scratchy marks, quickly, as if he were trying to write something down quickly before he forgot.
By Reta Saborowski5 years ago in Families
What She Made Possible.
Cleaning out her grandmother’s attic wasn’t a task Solveigh felt cut out for. Losing a pillar of her family during a year where loss felt so ubiquitous – like it was always at her heels – was overwhelming, and this concrete task associated with the loss felt insurmountable.
By Murphy Barney5 years ago in Families
An Unimaginable Gift
“Are you ever going to open this thing? It’s been sitting here for months.” “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s in it, I might not want to know.” Carissa took the black leather-bound Moleskine from its spot on the desk, where it had been since her mother brought the small collection of her grandfather’s belongings that were marked for her. That had been nearly 8 months ago now, and almost a year had gone by since his passing. “Besides, what if Grampa didn’t want me to see it? It looks like some kind of journal. Maybe it’s private.”
By Erin Sitler5 years ago in Families
The Truth About Grandpa Eddie
The only thing that shocked Clare more when she learned about the passing of her beloved grandfather was being informed that he chose to leave her his Toronto bungalow. Along with the house came an abundance of accumulated boxes occupying nearly the entirety of the basement floor. Despite some hostility from his four other grandchildren, the legality of the situation deemed any objections futile, while Clare’s frequent phone calls and visits with one of her favourite people was proof that she had occupied a special place in his heart.
By Lauren Malton5 years ago in Families
