Category: Grandparents
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Unsung heroes
Today was my granny’s birthday, and feeling sad she’s not here anymore, I got to thinking about how much I missed of her when she was still around. When she was younger, fitter and more lucid, she was too busy asking me about me, (or, more importantly to her, what my husband did and what…
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Goldilocks, smiley biscuits and a little red bicycle
My granny died this week, and as I was trying to grab hold of my best memories of her, these were three of the many things that came to mind. Granny never did anything by halves, and before old age caught up with her, she moved through life like an unstoppable five-foot hurricane. She never…
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In my papa’s chair
children wondering why papa cannot Or will not play; His heart joins them While his body cannot respond Those are the lines of a poem that my grandfather wrote towards the end of his life. Out of a whole book of poetry, I have always remembered those particular words – mainly because they gave me…
Ruth Writes 