I miss my dead grandmother. Fuck~~

I never cried for her, almost but never teared. I don't know why but something inside me feels that death is a part of something more meaningful than a loved one gone, not in a religious way but in a spiritual way. I don't believe in heaven but she fits there perfectly.

Her death really didn't mean much but when I miss her, I miss her dearly. Never been a good grandson to her but I've been the most caring for her. Damn it. I fucking miss her.

Thanks for reminding me my dead grandmother. I'm smiling actually. Near teary but smiling .. Thank you

josemb40

Peru611 Posts

September 26 2011 14:42 GMT

#188

cute anecdote, really enjoyed reading it

niteReloaded

Croatia5282 Posts

September 26 2011 14:51 GMT

#189

Rek, I'm pre-ordering your book too.

It's so true tho what he/you said. The wiser a person becomes, the less they have the need to talk, which is a shame from the perspective of their potential audience.

Danzo

2820 Posts

September 26 2011 14:52 GMT

#190

RIP. A year ago my grandfather passed away as well. I never forget him spoiling me to death even in my 20's. Always donuts and coffee in the morning. <3 Never forget....

Custard

United States37 Posts

September 26 2011 15:21 GMT

#191

Great story OP. You seem to have some natural talent for writing.

Talin

Montenegro10532 Posts

September 26 2011 15:26 GMT

#192

Thanks for sharing, amazing story.

BLinD-RawR

ALLEYCAT BLUES50532 Posts

September 26 2011 15:30 GMT

#193

On September 26 2011 22:06 Liquid`Drone wrote:
I speak so little that I didn't even respond to this post

therein lies a paradox

On September 26 2011 23:05 Grobyc wrote:
1 star for every fucking goblin.

I see what you did there :p.

Shuray

Brazil642 Posts

September 26 2011 15:50 GMT

#194

Amazing man.
I remember little about my grandfather, he serverd WW2 as a doctor/medic, and all when I was younger I thought that he hated me, just for being left-handed (something related to religion). I really didn't like him and the idea of visiting him really scared the hell out of me.
One day, he got really sick from smoking. He moved to my town to get better medical treatment, and we got really close since then, since I visited him almost every day. Few weeks before he dies, he told me I was his favorite grandson and apologised for saying bad things to me when I was younger. That brought me to tears.
When I read your story, I remembered so much of him.
Thanks for sharing.

w1nter

Lithuania73 Posts

September 26 2011 15:55 GMT

#195

Amazing.

fire_brand

Canada1123 Posts

September 26 2011 16:12 GMT

#196

T.T It reminds me of my grandpa. He also spent time in a Nazi camp. RIP. Good read.

Ansinjunger

United States2451 Posts

September 26 2011 16:26 GMT

#197

Sometimes people suffer things in life and then feel they can push others around for not experiencing what they have. I kind of imagine that the mom acquiesced to the wishes of the grandfather. I'd be pretty ashamed to have my own kids afraid of me over something like that. Sorry, but it is my nature to point these things out, rather than fawn over a popular poster.

nukkuj

Finland403 Posts

September 26 2011 17:00 GMT

#198

Holy shit, that "Successful people don't talk much. They listen and take action." blew my mind. I don't recognize myself as a particularly successful person as I'm not rich nor very highly educated, but I enjoy my life and my current job a lot. I listen to other people and myself and take action. Particularly today that quote hit the spot. :D

RIP

ReturnStroke

United States801 Posts

September 26 2011 17:03 GMT

#199

He reminds me a lot of my grandfather. They are a really special kind of people.

Flaccid

8848 Posts

September 26 2011 17:30 GMT

#200

Having any kind of relationship with your grandparents is such a great thing. You look at the relative comfort in which we live our lives and then look at what they experienced in their time and it's impossible to imagine that we can't learn a lot from them - even if the lessons are only communicated in seemingly meaningless actions or the odd grumbled statement, as they often are. It's a sad truth that a lot of us don't realize what an opportunity we have until they're already gone.

My Oma recently passed and she had this thin, little, gold wedding band. After the war, my Opa was assumed dead as he had been missing for years. He returned one day to find my Oma waiting and wanted very badly to marry her. Being that the war had devasted Europe and people had no money to speak of, let alone money for rings, my Opa's mother gave him her wedding band so that he could wed his beloved. My wife wore that same thin, weathered band when she and I got married. I think about everything that ring has seen and I wish the people who wedded with it were still around so that I could ask them more =(.