This was very moving. Some bits resonated with my experience, even though I did see the bit of the drunk, yelling and insulting part of Grandad to Grandma. It ended at some point, because he had a health scare, but for years (sometimes still) there are things I can't forget or even forgive ♥️ I am curious on what is your Dad's take on this change too. Big love! x
Your story is deeply moving and heartfelt. It beautifully captures the transformation of your grandfather, the warmth of your grandparents’ home, and the profound impact they had on your life. The way you describe the safe haven they provided, the small joys like gardening, lilacs, and raspberry iced tea, really pulls the reader into those moments of peace and innocence.
Wow that’s so heartbreaking 💔 you did the best you could, you shouldn’t feel guilty over it. I’m sure your grandma wouldn’t want that and loved the time she spent with you.
My grandpa is 1 of 9 siblings and he is the only one left. Some he lost when they were young. Now his wife (my grandma) had something wrong with her brain and had to have surgery. She acts a little strange now after it. I worry if he loses her he will be all alone. My grandpa was also seriously abusive to my dads mom (my other grandma) growing up, and still carries a lot of trauma. But I’ve never seen that side to him but I know it still bothers my dad.
Thank you soo much! My editor says the same thing, my strength is in my ability to tell a story. I think its a nice way to implu my grammar and spelling are ehhhh.
This hits hard as somebody with grandparents in decline (and whose grandfather was always a whimsical positive man their whole life but apparently was quite the bad father before that). It was absolutely not your fault, though I know guilt has a funny way of eluding logic to haunt us still. When it's your time it's your time, peacefully in one's sleep is the very best way to go. Thank you for sharing such an emotionally-charged and personal piece.
Ahh, exactly, the man my grandfather was to me, was not the same man my father was raised with, and not who he was as a young adult. Humans have so many layers. Way more than an onion.
Ahh, thank you! It made me cry alot writing it!
Ahhh thank you! The iced tea is a core memory.
This was very moving. Some bits resonated with my experience, even though I did see the bit of the drunk, yelling and insulting part of Grandad to Grandma. It ended at some point, because he had a health scare, but for years (sometimes still) there are things I can't forget or even forgive ♥️ I am curious on what is your Dad's take on this change too. Big love! x
1. Thank you soo much for the thoughtfulcomments, it means the world.
2. My dad unfortunately learned only the worst parts of his father and had different experience with him then I did.
3. Sorry about your own experience, but even the bad can teach us something.
Absolutely 💕 Looking forward to read more from you! Hugs!
Amazing. I’m so proud of you. The first of many things to celebrate!
Thank you so much for the recommendation of which chapter to release!
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This deeply moved me, my friend.
Your story is deeply moving and heartfelt. It beautifully captures the transformation of your grandfather, the warmth of your grandparents’ home, and the profound impact they had on your life. The way you describe the safe haven they provided, the small joys like gardening, lilacs, and raspberry iced tea, really pulls the reader into those moments of peace and innocence.
I am sure many will resonate, I did 🫂❤️🩹🙏🏼
the details in this make it feel really real. especially the small things like the iced tea and the lilac bush.. enjoyed reading this, thank you <3
It is really real! Thanks!
This was really powerful…
the contrast between what felt like home and what didn’t stayed with me.
And that moment of realizing you can choose a different life… that hit deep.
Oh god! This was particularly heartfelt thank you for sharing this into the world❤️
GOOD WRITING. WELL DONE. YOU HAVE MY SUPPORT.
Thankyou for your support!
This is very touching. I love this!
That means soo much!
Wow that’s so heartbreaking 💔 you did the best you could, you shouldn’t feel guilty over it. I’m sure your grandma wouldn’t want that and loved the time she spent with you.
My grandpa is 1 of 9 siblings and he is the only one left. Some he lost when they were young. Now his wife (my grandma) had something wrong with her brain and had to have surgery. She acts a little strange now after it. I worry if he loses her he will be all alone. My grandpa was also seriously abusive to my dads mom (my other grandma) growing up, and still carries a lot of trauma. But I’ve never seen that side to him but I know it still bothers my dad.
I try not to feel guilty, and I loved my time with both of my grandparents. But brains be brains sometimes.
So beautifully written, I've a similar relationship with my grandpa though. Thankyou for sharing !
Thank you so much!
I read this in one go - You have a knack for telling a story. Keep writing your story. I loved it.
Thank you soo much! My editor says the same thing, my strength is in my ability to tell a story. I think its a nice way to implu my grammar and spelling are ehhhh.
Imply*
This hits hard as somebody with grandparents in decline (and whose grandfather was always a whimsical positive man their whole life but apparently was quite the bad father before that). It was absolutely not your fault, though I know guilt has a funny way of eluding logic to haunt us still. When it's your time it's your time, peacefully in one's sleep is the very best way to go. Thank you for sharing such an emotionally-charged and personal piece.
Ahh, exactly, the man my grandfather was to me, was not the same man my father was raised with, and not who he was as a young adult. Humans have so many layers. Way more than an onion.
Wow this is such a beautiful.
Well told. I think you'll find an audience for this.
Thanks! I hope so! I'm already happy with the support so far!