My Grandpa and Grandma met when they were teenagers.
They married very young and have been together since then.
Personally, I think it’s beautiful.
In the world we live in now, this relationship would be considered rare.
That would have to be one of the reasons I admire them. Their relationship.
My Grandparents are the most interesting people in my life.
Each one with a story to tell.
My Grandmother has told me so many stories, although there’s only one that sticks out. Every time she tells the story It brings me great sadness. (I have to say I’m not big on crying.)
The story was about her childhood. What a horrible childhood it was.
For Christmas, my Grandmother was given one orange. The thing was, she never would eat that orange. She would carry it to school everyday. She would do this to make it look like she had a different orange everyday.
Somehow, It breaks my heart.
My Grandmother grew up dirt poor.
She was for a very long time too. Until she wasn’t.
After she married my Grandfather and raised three children (Still very poor), she started making a reasonable living. A very nice one too.
Every time we see her now, my mom will make her tell the story again.
I don’t mind hearing the story.
A small, yet amazingly powerful story.
It makes me wonder if I have been a little too selfish in my lifetime.
All I can think is how I can’t wait to hear that story again.
My mother has told me the funniest stories from her childhood, to the saddest ones.
Apparently, my Grandfather had it rough too.
I actually don’t remember those stories though.
Maybe I don’t remember because my mother won’t cheer him on to share. I can’t ever tell. I personally think it’s how the memories affect him.
So sadly, my mother was the only one to share them with me, but only once.
What he does now sticks out more than what he did back then.
I know that he is so wise. The wisest man I know.
Everything I say to him. He has a comeback for.
Maybe a quote or something he has learned.
He writes beautiful songs. He sings them too.
Iv’e concluded that my Grandfather is a true Artist.
I am proud of my Grandparents.
I could sit and listen to them for five minutes or two hours.
They are gorgeous people.
The thing is, they always leave a part of me deciding If I will ever turn out like them.
I still haven’t decided.