What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

There’s something evenly unique about spending the night at your grandparents place in your 30s. Mundane, yet magical.

I think about how lucky I am, but how bizarre it is to sit across the table from a woman who’s known me my entire life and I’m really just getting to know her. About her life outside of being a grandmother, a mother, a wife.

I asked her what body part she would wash if she could only wash one part for a month and she said ears lol

I wonder what my mom would have said
you are lucky...
I have been thinking about this alot lately and I don'r know why...I kind of feel like I was a bad adult grandson because I did not have this kind of relationship with my grandparents when they were alive..my cousins on my dad's side did..but I did not

I was too wrapped up in my own stuff I think..ohh well


side thought- I wonder if I really make Eva laugh as much as her reactions say I do
 
There’s something evenly unique about spending the night at your grandparents place in your 30s. Mundane, yet magical.

I think about how lucky I am, but how bizarre it is to sit across the table from a woman who’s known me my entire life and I’m really just getting to know her. About her life outside of being a grandmother, a mother, a wife.

I asked her what body part she would wash if she could only wash one part for a month and she said ears lol

I wonder what my mom would have said
I had 1 set of grandparents growing up, and always visited them... My grandpa was a quiet man, worked, came home, ate and went to bed.. While my sister and I visited with my grandma...

It wasn't until my grandma passed that I got to know my grandfather... And I spent the next 10 years visiting him.. Having chats, learning his life...
He'll always be my favorite man.
He passed away in 2018.. so I understand🙂
 
I was too wrapped up in my own stuff I think..ohh well
This was me with my Nonna and Nono. My sister and I were the youngest grandkids by about 25 years. We were fortunate to live right next door so my childhood is full of memories of their garden, chickens, food, holidays, all that.

You don’t notice your grandparents (or parents) aging because you’re so focused on yourself until suddenly Nonna can’t walk up the stairs and Nono is forgetting our phone numbers. It happens so slowly, so quickly. We just don’t see it until they’re gone and now I’m like, wow, I didn’t even know them.

I wish I showed my Nonna more of the world on my phone. I wish I taught her how to write. I wish I could knit with her. I wish I could watch her sew, or prepare meals or shave my Nonos head. I wish I listened more when she was wine-drunk and sad. I wish I wish I wish.
It wasn't until my grandma passed that I got to know my grandfather... And I spent the next 10 years visiting him.. Having chats, learning his life...
He'll always be my favorite man.
He passed away in 2018.. so I understand
We’re so lucky to have felt love that deeply and at the same time, we’re doomed to never feel that connection again.

It’s wonderful, it’s sad - it’s wonderfully sad 💗
 
This was me with my Nonna and Nono. My sister and I were the youngest grandkids by about 25 years. We were fortunate to live right next door so my childhood is full of memories of their garden, chickens, food, holidays, all that.

You don’t notice your grandparents (or parents) aging because you’re so focused on yourself until suddenly Nonna can’t walk up the stairs and Nono is forgetting our phone numbers. It happens so slowly, so quickly. We just don’t see it until they’re gone and now I’m like, wow, I didn’t even know them.

I wish I showed my Nonna more of the world on my phone. I wish I taught her how to write. I wish I could knit with her. I wish I could watch her sew, or prepare meals or shave my Nonos head. I wish I listened more when she was wine-drunk and sad. I wish I wish I wish.

We’re so lucky to have felt love that deeply and at the same time, we’re doomed to never feel that connection again.

It’s wonderful, it’s sad - it’s wonderfully sad 💗
So well said
 
There’s something evenly unique about spending the night at your grandparents place in your 30s. Mundane, yet magical.

I think about how lucky I am, but how bizarre it is to sit across the table from a woman who’s known me my entire life and I’m really just getting to know her. About her life outside of being a grandmother, a mother, a wife.

I asked her what body part she would wash if she could only wash one part for a month and she said ears lol

I wonder what my mom would have said
It was difficult for me, when I was younger, to really understand that my parents and grandparents were full humans who’d lived entire lives without me. It sorta took aging myself to grasp that perspective.

I think that’s why so many people get into genealogy when they hit their 50’s. It takes that long for most of us to figure out we’re not the stars of the show that begins and ends with us.
 
There’s something evenly unique about spending the night at your grandparents place in your 30s. Mundane, yet magical.

I think about how lucky I am, but how bizarre it is to sit across the table from a woman who’s known me my entire life and I’m really just getting to know her. About her life outside of being a grandmother, a mother, a wife.

I asked her what body part she would wash if she could only wash one part for a month and she said ears lol

I wonder what my mom would have said
Enjoy it all while it’s here :)
 
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I have come to the conclusion the only way to do this would be by accessing Lit's database and making the change there retroactively. Meaning someone hacked the db or it was changed by a mod or administrator. Considering all the spam that was posted by the user I doubt this would have been a mod or administrator.

Yes this is what I have been spending my Saturday doing, speaking to people who seemingly know what they are talking about when it comes to these things.

Then my second conclusion is someone hacked the Lit db 🤨
 
I wish I showed my Nonna more of the world on my phone. I wish I taught her how to write. I wish I could knit with her. I wish I could watch her sew, or prepare meals or shave my Nonos head. I wish I listened more when she was wine-drunk and sad. I wish I wish I wish.

It's good you had some time. One grandfather passed before I was born, his wife when I was 8. I don't really have any memories of them. I have some of his tools and wish I could have known him. I think we would have gotten along well. To me he is an enigma, something storied about, but never known. I've only seen two pictures of him. I only have a couple memories of my grandmother.
 
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