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Jul. 11th, 2009 10:06 pmI've just been talking to my dad about my grandparents. I realized how lucky I was to have/know them, and how much I miss them.
You see, my mother and my biological father split about 3 months before I was born, and her parents died before I ever knew them. The man I call "dad" was my mom's boyfriend for ~10 years from about the age of 14, and he and I and all 3 of his daughters sort of adopted each other. His parents, the people I call my grandparents, were amazing people. They were both schoolteachers, of the finest sort. The kind who genuinely love what they do, and genuinely love each child in their class. From the time I was introduced to the family, I never felt like I was any less loved than any of the other kids in the family.
Grandpa died in 2004, and Grandma died about a year and a half ago. They were amazing people, both in the love they had for other people, and their life experiences. It was fascinating just to sit and listen to Grandpa talk about everything he'd seen in his lifetime, from both World Wars, to the Great Depression, to the Korean War, to the McCarthy Era, to the Cold War, and everything in between. Imagine talking to a man who'd lived through literally the entire 20th century. It was mind-boggling. In a good way.
They were incredibly special people, and I miss them both terribly. I'm just glad that they're together again in the hereafter. Their marriage here on Earth lasted for over 60 years, so it's good to know they've been reunited in the great beyond. I hope they remember me when I finally reunite with them.
/emo moment
Blame the gin.
You see, my mother and my biological father split about 3 months before I was born, and her parents died before I ever knew them. The man I call "dad" was my mom's boyfriend for ~10 years from about the age of 14, and he and I and all 3 of his daughters sort of adopted each other. His parents, the people I call my grandparents, were amazing people. They were both schoolteachers, of the finest sort. The kind who genuinely love what they do, and genuinely love each child in their class. From the time I was introduced to the family, I never felt like I was any less loved than any of the other kids in the family.
Grandpa died in 2004, and Grandma died about a year and a half ago. They were amazing people, both in the love they had for other people, and their life experiences. It was fascinating just to sit and listen to Grandpa talk about everything he'd seen in his lifetime, from both World Wars, to the Great Depression, to the Korean War, to the McCarthy Era, to the Cold War, and everything in between. Imagine talking to a man who'd lived through literally the entire 20th century. It was mind-boggling. In a good way.
They were incredibly special people, and I miss them both terribly. I'm just glad that they're together again in the hereafter. Their marriage here on Earth lasted for over 60 years, so it's good to know they've been reunited in the great beyond. I hope they remember me when I finally reunite with them.
/emo moment
Blame the gin.
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