grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
The Day My Grandpa Left...
Kendrick Campbell I remember every other weekend you would pick me up from my house and always tease me about taking forever. When I would climb in the backseat you would hand me a bag of candy. You always knew my favorite. We would sing songs all the way down to Riverdale Road. You would show me the "shortcut" way to skip out on the nasty traffic into I-15.
Kaitlin CampbellPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesMom 2.0
October 31st 2016 changed my life forever. I was at work getting ready for the activities that would follow. My grandchildren were coming for trick or treat at my work. Everyone in my office was excited.
Christina GonzalezPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesAn Open Letter to My Grandmother/Best Friend
An open letter to my grandmother/my best-friend, Eighteen years. That's the time I was given with you. And right now those eighteen years simply did not seem enough. Someone once asked me to describe you in one word; and I was speechless, because someone like you cannot simply be described in one word. In eighteen years, I have been able to come up with many words to describe the astonishing person you were, although words could never truly grasp how wonderful you were as a human being. One must know you to completely understand. And even though eighteen years was not very long, I am completely grateful for the time I had with you. You were not just my Nannie, but my second mother, and best-friend. No matter what, you were there for me. It's heart breaking not having you around anymore. Every little thing reminds me of you, and it's hard not being able to escape the reality that you are gone. People ask me how I'm doing, and I always seem to answer "Okay, thank you," when truthfully I don't know what to do with myself. Every time someone says your name, my heart sinks a little and all theses memories go flying by. I know that I had "lots of wonderful memories with you" because everyone tells me that, although when I think back to every second of time I had with you, I always find something that I could have done differently, something I could have changed. I could have put my phone away more, or helped you more, told you that I loved you more, just so many things I could have done. That I didn't. Cancer stole my best friend, my person, my Nannie. Cancer stole everything and I am so mad. Because not only am I trying to deal with my own pain now, but I am also now forced to be strong for my Grampie. Seeing him hurt makes everything so much harder. Oh Nannie, he misses you so much. We all do. I am trying to be strong because I know that's what you would want from me, but it's so hard because you were taken from me to soon. I still need you. I will never forget that day, as I held your hand and watched you take your last breath. I will never forget you.
Haley SteevesPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesKudzu
1. “There are some things we gotta discuss,” I tell Walter Frank at breakfast. “About Grandpa. Some things you need to know before I leave.”
Matthew CulliferPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesMy Sweet 16
I was born on September 13th, 1999. If you do the math right, I'm currently 18 years old, and you might be thinking "You're Sweet 16? Seriously? That was like 2 years ago." Yes I know it was 2 years ago, but it's still something that I cherish.
A Granddaughter’s Story
Marcella runs around the house making sure the house was clean for her husband when he gets home from work. She just finished baking a fresh batch of muffins which made the whole house fill with the delicious aroma. She would need to pick the kids up from school soon, and she knows how much they like coming home to homemade chocolate chip muffins.
Megan DeMeoPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesIn The End
As I opened the door to your house the smell inside hit me, forcing me to wrinkle my nose. What was once a welcoming scent of tobacco, coffee, and after shave had turned into sickness and the sweet sickly smell of death. We walked into see you struggle to get up and you quickly had to sit back down. You could barely stand, let alone walk up to greet us. We both tried hugging you but you said it hurt so I didn't touch you. I know you didn't want to go to the hospital with us...but Nanny made you.
Bethany WintersPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesCarleen the Welder
1923 was a good year. On February 16, Howard Carter opened the inner burial chamber of Pharaoh Tutankhamen's tomb and found the sarcophagus. Not much later, on February 22, the first successful chinchilla farm in the US was established. Also in 1923, Time Magazine published its first issue, the first sound in a public film performance was at the Rialto Theater in New York City, Interpol was formed in Vienna, Babe Ruth hit two home-runs in a World Series game and the first planetarium opened at the Deutsche Museum in Munich. Above all that, Carleen Bates was born July 15, 1923.
Mitch DavisPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesTo the Grandmother I Never Knew...
You didn't know me, and I didn't know you. We were merely strangers that shared DNA. The saying blood runs deep is both true and yet, a lie. You see, I will never live without you, even though I did live without you. I will never forget you, though from day to day, you were like a whisper rather than an actual presence in my life.
Jessie MelansonPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesDying in Bad Weather
The very first thing my husband's grandmother ever said to me was, "I hope I don't die in the winter. I don't want anyone driving in bad weather to my funeral."
Tarin CampanellaPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesWhat I Learnt About Death
My Grandfather was a good man. As a young man, he served his country in battle, fighting for the freedom of those unable to defend themselves against the tyrants who imposed their will on the world. As a working man he served his community, fighting for fairness and equality of those who worked alongside him, trading blows with the heavyweights of industry whose tanks and shells had long-since been replaced with cuts in wages and inequitable conditions, and where men who worked themselves into early graves for paltry sums underpinned the few who grew continuously richer from their efforts. As a family man, he fought to preserve the innocence of his children in a changing world which saw men walk on distant rocks and peer into the far-flung reaches of the galaxy; and as an Old Man, he served his peers, his church, and his community, offering shelter and sustenance to those in need of his Christian charity. A man whose honour and decency was well-represented by the hundreds who mourned his passing, and passed glorious platitudes to those who knew and loved him most, lining the wood-adorned walls, smiling solemnly and shaking hands with the well-wishers who wished him well in his passing. Those who knew him well, loved him well, and remarked to his widow as such. And through tear-stained dignity, she accepted each gracious apology for his loss, followed by his children—my father and uncle—then by the grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and countless nieces and nephews.
Mark WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesHis Square Mile
When I was a child, I spent a lot of time with my Grandad. He grew up in a small village in North Wales in the 1930s. He told me all sorts of stories and now, I wanted to tell them to you.
Sian EvansPublished 7 years ago in Families