Today is Day 7 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hosted at “Two Writing Teachers”.
I am using Encyclopedia of Me; My Life from A to Z, a guided journal created by Amy Krause Rosenthal.
G is for Grandparents
Growing up, I had three sets of grandparents, although only one set did I see regularly, as they lived nearby.
The Matthews were actually my older brother’s grandparents. His mother had died when he was a baby and they had looked after him for a while.
They treated all of us as their grandchildren and it wasn’t until much later that I realized what a gift that was. We visited and celebrated birthdays and Christmas together. They gave me my first bible, one that I still treasure and use.
My father’s and mother’s parents lived far enough away that we seldom saw them. My Dad’s father had had a stroke when I was young, so I never really knew him. Sad really.
My own children only knew my own mom – my Dad had died long before they were born. They were close with her for which I am forever grateful
Children need grandparents. But then, grandparents need their grandchildren as well.