Reading Stoic_Slaughter's journal

My grandparents are in all candor the best people I have ever met in my life. I'm going to write about them, because you need to hear about them. (They wouldn't want me to do this, but I can't help it.)

My grandfather, who is my mother's father, is a wonderful man. When my mother was a child, he cleaned pipes for companies to support his family. He had terrible back troubles, and my mother has told me that she would sometimes hear him get out of bed and fall down because he was unable to walk. He would then crawl to a chair, sit up, and ask my grandmother to help him with his shoes. He never missed work, regardless of sickness or bodily pain. My grandmother stayed at home half of the time, and worked at Kmart the other half. Now, my grandmother stands at an intimidating 4 feet 10 inches tall. Her shoe size is 5. She is a very tiny woman, and she is exceptionally kind to everyone. She has battled cancer and a stroke before, and my grandfather has encountered a heart attack and endured open heart surgery. They are both heavy smokers, and that is probably why the terrible problems are occurring. You see, I recently found out that my grandmother has both liver and lung cancer. As though that isn't enough, my grandfather has bone and lung cancer. Neither of them is expected to live long. It's very difficult, and I'm trying to avoid it as much as I can...but I'll have to deal with it eventually. I just wanted you all to know how admirable some members of my family are, and how lucky I am to have known them.

For my next trick, I shall make you all disappear.

You're grandparents sound very interesting. They kind of remind me of two members of my family I wasn't lucky enough to meet but heard about all my life.

The first was my grandfather, my mother's father. He was a hard working man, I don't remember what mom said he did for a living though, well, when she was a little girl he died of a heart attack in their back yard while helping mom clean up bricks. My grandmother and mom always talked about how generous and kind he was. So do alot of my other older relatives.

The other was my Nanny (great grandmother), she died when I was a baby. Mom told me she always used to travel, and at least once a month went somewhere out of state with her four best friends. We have her old tea service from when she and her friends used to get together on Sundays and drink hot tea with cake.

Every time my mom talks about them she gets this nostalgic look on her face and maybe even a bit teary eyed depending on what she was talking about. It makes me feel like I really missed out by being so young.

I hope your grandparents are able to pull through at least for alittle while. Enjoy them while they're still here.

Peace, love, and luck;

Jami

You fail it.