grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
War Stories
They tell me that war changes men, makes them wild. That's only the weak ones, though. He was sad when it was unavoidable, happy when it was ended. A lifetime of harsh realities, defeated by laughter. Memories depart quickly, but I always feel at home there.
Fuck Cancer
The Beginning... It all started years before I was ever thought of... Cancer decided to make an unwelcome visit to our family.
Surviving Life
At the young age of 26, I am a survivor. A survivor or many things such as cancer, life, and daily struggles just to get by. The past 4 years I have been surviving life. Barely getting by, and struggling to what seems like no end in sight. I lost my great grandma about four years ago and this year August 2017, I lost my grandma.
'Brian, Santa is Coming to Town' - Christmas Story
On Christmas Eve, Honey and Brian were sitting on the sofa by the log stove in the cottage, waiting for his uncle and aunt to come home from walking the dogs, as they loved the snow more than Brian did. He was not even sure why or he couldn’t remember why the reason was. His uncle always knew why, but he didn’t want to remind him of it, especially when he just came out of the hospital from the attack the other day. He was kind enough to Brian that he took Scout out for his walk with his wife and their two husky dogs; Scout didn’t want to leave Brian more and more often since the accident. He was guarding him from everything and everyone but Brian reassured him that he’d be safe when he came home.
Lizzy ArrowPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesLeprechauns Are Real
I was in third grade. I was having a great debate amongst friends. "Leprechauns are real!" I shouted. My grandma told me so. She was a sweet little lady from Ireland. Ginger hair and I just knew she had a house full of gold treasure!
Pop
I walked in from work sweaty and tired, covered in paint, dirt, and little kid hand prints all over. Working at day camp over the summer was a great experience, but I was always drained by the three-year-olds in my group. Walking up the stairs of my house, I felt as if something was wrong. Usually, it’s loud between my two siblings, dogs, television, and the sounds of Mom cooking in the kitchen. Today, it was silent. My parents and siblings sat on the couches, looking up at me with glossy eyes.
Samantha LauridsenPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesHealing from a Toxic Grandparent
My grandma has raised me for nearly 11 years, which is almost my whole life. But the one thing she did for years that I finally confessed to my mother was lead me down the path of hating myself. Every day, I struggle with finding happiness within my own skin and many of the beauties behind the flaws in my own body.
Heather WilkinsPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesThe Rebel
Shelves span the length of my bedroom concealing the grey of wall, thick with leaning books and mismatched baskets. My clothes reach out, stretching like cotton arms toward carpet. Resting above this organized chaos, two large cork-boards brim with photos. I think of the pinned pictures as recent, although they arenʼt anymore, and I know a slightly younger version of me looks out. Itʼs the face of a white-blonde boy, my brother, revealing how much time has passed—braces have now corrected his crooked grin, flat hair replaced with untamed curls.
Suzanne BarberPublished 6 years ago in FamiliesThe 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 6 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 6 years ago in Families