Beautiful piece. I had a similar experience with my grandparents. Grandpa passed first and Grandma held on for another 5 years or so. She was lucid but she didn't seem to know what to do with herself when she couldn't tell my grandpa to stop sneaking cookies and bourbon.
I'm sorry for your loss. Even though I can't say that I experienced a calm home, I feel the bitter sweetness from your writing. You always manage to hit me in the heart. You're a beautiful soul, Autumn.❤️
Agh this is so good. You are a talented writer. I'm sure you have heard it from many people more famous than I but I'm adding my voice to the pile anyway. I can't help it. I heard your grandpa with his little chuckle and half smile.
This part just totally broke me into tears. Beautiful:
> But I understand now. Love is not just a good feeling, and safety isn’t a thing you get to have for free. Love is a responsibility and a decree. It’s a sacred mission, and one that my grandparents undertook without looking back. Only when I didn’t have it anymore did I realize how much they’d done, to make sure we all had a place that felt like home. It was love manifesting as it was supposed to.
I never had grandparents, they all died before I turned 4. But writing like this helps me understand a bit of what it might be like. I hope to have kids someday and give them grandparents. Maybe be a grandparent myself, if I'm lucky and God wills it.
Thanks for your writing. It helps soften my heart. Little by little the stone crumbles.
Beautiful piece. I had a similar experience with my grandparents. Grandpa passed first and Grandma held on for another 5 years or so. She was lucid but she didn't seem to know what to do with herself when she couldn't tell my grandpa to stop sneaking cookies and bourbon.
Best of luck with the "new" home.
I'm sorry for your loss. Even though I can't say that I experienced a calm home, I feel the bitter sweetness from your writing. You always manage to hit me in the heart. You're a beautiful soul, Autumn.❤️
I am crying. This is wonderful and beautiful.
Well, I'm sure glad you're a good enough writer now! And all the compliments still hold.
But this piece is phenomenal, and honors them justly. And I'm so glad you found the home you always had.
That now you know.
Agh this is so good. You are a talented writer. I'm sure you have heard it from many people more famous than I but I'm adding my voice to the pile anyway. I can't help it. I heard your grandpa with his little chuckle and half smile.
This part just totally broke me into tears. Beautiful:
> But I understand now. Love is not just a good feeling, and safety isn’t a thing you get to have for free. Love is a responsibility and a decree. It’s a sacred mission, and one that my grandparents undertook without looking back. Only when I didn’t have it anymore did I realize how much they’d done, to make sure we all had a place that felt like home. It was love manifesting as it was supposed to.
I never had grandparents, they all died before I turned 4. But writing like this helps me understand a bit of what it might be like. I hope to have kids someday and give them grandparents. Maybe be a grandparent myself, if I'm lucky and God wills it.
Thanks for your writing. It helps soften my heart. Little by little the stone crumbles.