literature
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Time Reveals All
I don’t know if I ever really knew my grandmother. Maybe I’m not special and no one every really knows their grandparents or even their own parents for that matter. I think there was a small piece of me that always wished I was more like her. She saw no value in the common niceties and false bravado that many people feel they have to show the people around them. My grandmother was a slight woman even frail some might say, and she had a soft voice that even as a child I knew deep down in her throat there was boiling heat just waiting for its moment to spring across her tongue.
By Katie Moore5 years ago in Families
The Legacy of a Connection
L.B.B. Those are his initials. My best friend. My grandpa. Lawrence Brandon Baker on his birth certificate, “Bop Bop” to me. When I was a young child just learning how to speak, I could never quite utter the words, “Grandpa Baker,” it always came out as “Bop Bop.” My family apparently thought this was uproarious and from then on, he was known as, “Bop Bop.” Unfortunately, my dad tragically passed away when I was only two years old. He was a firefighter and was trapped in a devastating house fire. My mom was a traumatized wreck after the sudden passing of my dad. She was angry, forlorn, discombobulated, and incapable of raising a child on her own. Bop Bop graciously volunteered to help take care of me whenever my bereft mother needed it. He was still mourning the unexpected loss of my father, his son, yet he stepped in to help my mother pick up the pieces.
By Katie McKenzie5 years ago in Families
Sweet Dreams
I never imagined having a 50th wedding anniversary, let alone share it with so many amazing individuals. The evening began with my precious granddaughter Magdalena recounting a memory to our party guests. As her captivating voice exploded through the microphone, I fought hard to hold back the tears. After surveying the room, I noticed not a dry eye in the house and sobbed aloud. Upon completing her heartfelt story, she presented the handwritten tale, to my wife and me. I will do my best not to dampen the pages as I recite her written story with you now.
By Bob Calvin5 years ago in Families
You Can Tell Me Later
The metronome-like beeping of the heart monitor held dominion over the room while Grandfather slept. Near the large window, Bill sat in a chair that most hospitals probably considered comfortable. It wasn’t, but it didn’t really matter. He stared out at the evening and watched the sun slide slowly, inexorably down beyond the silhouetted mountains in the distance. Turning, he looked at his Grandmother sitting beside the bed, gazing at the man with whom she had spent the better part of her life. She gently cradled his gnarled hand in both of hers. Her face shone with the tapestry of emotions a person experiences when the end of a loved one is near. Concern, devotion, sadness, fear… all of it mingled with the gentle tears upon her cheeks. She glanced toward Bill and their eyes met briefly before her gaze traveled to the scene outside and the sky awash with spectacular color.
By Randy Boyum5 years ago in Families
Bench Buddies
Mike and Maureen were siblings they were not just brother and sister they were each other's life line for when they needed to make those tough life decisions. They had been each others best bench buddy since childhood, they always sat on the side of the kitchen table with the bench and would always have each others back. Whenever they have or had a large decision to make they knew they could call the other and gain a different perspective for what they were trying to get done or just a confirmation of their own ideas on the subject. This was the premise Maureen presented to Mike when they decided to leave their current employers and form Bench Buddies Counseling services.
By Michael Grass5 years ago in Families
Signs
Present Day Another gust of wind whips through the trees, a kaleidoscope of autumn leaves scattering across the path ahead of me. The familiar crunch of the pine needles beneath my feet brings me comfort, along with the knowledge that I am almost there. I pull my lightweight cardigan, the rich color of rubies, tightly around me, fending off the brisk air. Soon I will burst through the trees and the sun will warm my goosebumps away.
By Tanya Berzinski5 years ago in Families
Alice's Tale
Ever since I was a little girl, I'd heard stories about my great-great grandmother named Alice. Some said she had been a well respected member of her church and a woman of strong faith. Others said she had been a witch who'd put a curse on our family's line. Almost everyone in my family seemed to attribute any bad luck through the generations to the legendary curse. They all seemed to be frightened of even just the mention of her name. Then there was me. I was fascinated by her although I didn't know what she'd looked like. I'd always wanted to know more about her and exactly how a person ended up with such two opposing memories.
By Shana Webweaver5 years ago in Families
Grandpa Gordon
"Please, stop crying, Mom." Percy said. "Yeah, I know... What? You're breaking up... I will, I will... Okay, bye." Percy hung up his phone and continued to pack up boxes. His mind was getting cluttered more than his grandfather's dusty, old, single-story house. With every mover passing by, the floor creaked a hundred times. Percy stepped out onto the porch and took a breath of fresh, dust free air. The afternoon sun shined down on the big moving truck; packed to the end with boxes full of his grandfather's old stuff.
By Carlos Tingle5 years ago in Families
