grandparents

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

The Mystery of the Little Black Book
Vivian was not one to venture out since her move back home. The three years she spent living in the city made her more of a hermit than ever. Now, even in this place, the small hometown she thought she knew, it seemed to be filled with strangers just “going” and “doing”. All she wanted was just to be alone. She yelled inside her head silently, “Go away! All of you! Leave me alone!” She was not sure how long she desired to be alone because she had to get up and go to work every day. The only thing that got her motivated was the dream of something wonderful happening. She wanted to be surprised and delighted. Until then, she just wanted to be left alone.
By Kelly Ann Christman5 years ago in Families
Granny's Sunday Dinner
Madelyn was coloring a page from a book that Granny had gotten in the mail. It was a warm summer afternoon. Grandpa was working in the big garden out back. Roy was napping as he usually did in the afternoons. Granny came in from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
My Hometown
I know it may not look like much this house holds my dearest memories. When I was a small girl my Nanna resided here alongside her nephew, her younger brother and sister. They all lived here together taking care of each other.
By Rachelle Newton5 years ago in Families
Talking To Grandchildren (Mokopuna) About Death
Your instinct might be to protect a child, but children need to come to terms with the loss of a grandparent or elder who’s been part of their life.
By Luke Fitzpatrick5 years ago in Families
The Last Inheritance. Top Story - February 2021.
Sheer pastel curtains swayed behind a man who had only known business and death. An over iced drink, half-melted, pooled close to a large stack of disheveled manilla folders. Smoke from his final cigarette bloomed thinly from a cracked ashtray. He understood his chaos, filing through unmarked binders, not tipping over his several cups of pens as he reached across for a stapler. He scratched his smooth head. The light shining behind him exposed the dry skin that fell. This was the kind of man people only met once, and he liked it that way.
By VKT5 years ago in Families
Last Stop
Three agonizing months. Four if you count the month we spent in hospice. You see, your body was alive, but your mind had moved on. Your soul.
By Ghost.5 years ago in Families
The Katapotis' Inheritance
Chapter 1—Shock Overload Zena Katopotis was a librarian whose parents unexpectedly died one night in the home where she had grown up as a child. She was visiting with her beloved husband Peter and her two well-behaved boys, Remis and Azrael. Remis and Azrael were shocked when they found grandma and grandpa holding hands together in bed and still due to rigor mortis setting in. They had passed quickly and without incident, without pain or discomfort.
By Elizabeth Berndt5 years ago in Families
Looter's Landing
Lisa thought her father’s eccentric personality resulted from his alcoholic family. She disapproved of his carefree lifestyle and often criticized his lack of ambition or college education. But Missy loved her gramps and all his exciting pirating adventures, even if the tales weren’t true. Despite her mother’s attempt to change Missy’s perspective of her grandfather, she refused to yield to her mom’s snobbish way of thinking.
By Irene Wintermyer5 years ago in Families
The Obsidian Book of Delacroix
“She shouldn’t have something like that! She’s only 15,” Uncle Roland objected. He stood beside his wife and two children who all remained seated. It appeared as if they didn’t share his feelings of disapproval. None of the Delacroix family who was present did either. Today was the distribution of my grandfather’s assets to all of the beneficiaries.
By Charles Allen5 years ago in Families
The Inheritance
Dear Journal, Day 0 My grandfather had always been a bit of an oddity. He started chain-smoking cigars before the age of 16, and bourbon was his water of choice for as long as I can remember. For my fifteenth birthday, he took me to the seediest strip club in the county. The bourbon and bills were tossed around so freely that the next morning I awoke in the drunk tank alone, I later found out my 75-year-old grandfather awoke in the bedroom of a stripper barely older than myself. My parents forbade me from seeing him at that point and cut him completely out of the family. I had no idea where he had gone, only that he had left Michigan.
By Bradley Bliss5 years ago in Families
The Book Said "Simply Pick Me UP" That's All It Said.
First off I want to tell you I have (or had) very little belief in anything to do with the supernatural. Ghosts, destiny, fortunes, I'm hardly what someone would call a believer. One day that all changed when I found a little black book near a trashcan by a psychic reading stand on the boardwalk in Santa Cruz, California. Looking back now however, I must say that some voice, something deep inside me did tell me to look down near that specific trash can and pick up that book, which said only that "Pick Me Up", a book that would have a significant impact on my immediate, upcoming life.
By Travis McDonald5 years ago in Families
Incestry.com
Many years ago - so many I don't remember, but well before I had children - my father's mother sent me a package in the mail that contained a complete set of generation charts my Aunt had labored on for years. My father died when I was three so she thought I should have them. I remember opening it and looking at the first page and seeing my mothers, fathers and my names on it, contemplating the rest and closing it again.
By Terri Ruley5 years ago in Families