grandparents

Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.

The Cabin on Lake Belle Taine
I sat on the old wooden porch swing overlooking the Lake Belle Taine sunrise, and began gently sifting through the stained and crumbling bankers boxes, careful not to mishandle the century old artifacts. Eric and the girls had ventured off for a morning canoe trip, while I stayed behind to repack and organize the cabin history.
By Ashley Sparkles Young5 years ago in Families
You Read it, You Keep it
Grandfather's have an irritating way of dying on you. When we got the phone call from his neighbor, mom cried and dad went silent. Mister-always-has-an-opinion suddenly didn't have one. Death doesn't care if you have an opinion. You can't argue with death. I was his only granddaughter. I didn't know what to feel.
By Shawn Bailey5 years ago in Families
My Grandfather's Gift
My Grandfather was not a wealthy man but he worked hard his whole life. He grew up during the Depression when everyone did whatever they could, he worked up until he was eighty-five years young. He was thrifty but still generous.
By MortisDarkfrost5 years ago in Families
Great Aunt Sarah's Library
Everyone clicked their tongue in that disappointed way when my Great Aunt Sarah got sick with COVID-19 and died. It happened rather quickly; she was sick one day, in our small-town hospital the next and quietly buried without ceremony in a family plot by the end of the week. No one was able to go visit her in the hospital; a good excuse for a lot of people who probably wouldn’t have gone to visit her anyway. She was ninty years old.
By Molly Koeneman (she / her)5 years ago in Families
A Fish Tale
Jason hadn’t seen his grandfather in almost two years, so he was a bit surprised to learn that when his grandfather passed away, he was the lone beneficiary in his will. His grandfather, Walter, had a house by the lake that he used to visit as a kid. Walter would take him out fishing, but he would always end up getting drunk. Jason’s dad used to tell him, Grandpa developed his alcohol problem after Grandma passed away, which was when Jason was around three years old, so he didn’t have too many memories of her.
By Roy Tsukishima5 years ago in Families
Nana's notebook
The air was crisp, the leaves on the trees had begun to turn brown, and the sky was leaden. It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. Just an ordinary Saturday afternoon that completely transformed Olivia's life.
By Lara Hayes5 years ago in Families
Forget Me Not
She was feisty, unfiltered, and stubborn. Particularly difficult, without a shameful bone in her body. She’d spit and kick if she couldn’t get her way, and I’d always be the one to restrain her when acted out. Grandma was difficult, and I always thought she hated me. So, when she passed, I felt relief. I was almost glad. She wasn’t suffering anymore, and luckily, neither would we.
By Miranda Liceaga5 years ago in Families
Louise
Louise always had ideas. She would scribble them into her little books, drawing pictures, sticking stickers and showing her friends. “This is my dream book, my book of dreams.” She wanted to do it all; see the world, meet stars, find true love. She was, after all, the star of her very own movie, premiere date to be determined. Her friends would read her lists, and there were many many lists, and laugh. “Louise, this is too much. You have to pick one.”
By Andrea Carolina Batarse5 years ago in Families
A Dream and a Little Black Book
She sat in the window, the sun warm upon her face, as memory after memory danced through her head. Every so often a smile turned the corners of her mouth, as the tears flowed in what seemed like a never-ending sad spring rain, down her cheeks to fall silently off her chin, this signaled the next tear to begin the same journey again and again.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte5 years ago in Families
His Memory, Her Promise
His home had been ransacked by his children. His generous, giving nature had been abused all his life, and now in death. He had been too honest and trusting of others; a byproduct of his kind and genial spirit.
By Jaybird 5 years ago in Families
Recipes For Success
Susan thumbed the pages nervously, listening to the paper crinkle. She opened the small black book, then closed it, and then opened it again. The bright morning sun illumined the pages, stained and yellowed with age. Each page contained a secret, carefully scribed in faded blue ink. It was not scrawled or scribbled; each letter was marshalled with impeccable penmanship onto ruled lines that had faded nearly out of existence.
By Patrick H-K5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
February 24, 2021 The Inheritance By: Richard Santilli Christopher Latimer Banks sat on an old wooden milk crate. He had been watching the last rays of the sun. Which had been shining through the small attic window. There ever-lengthening beam, growing longer, pointing into the corner.
By Richard Santilli5 years ago in Families