Why hello Crimson warriors,
Today I am jumping back on the posting bandwagon and for my first proper new post, I’d like to pay tribute to Grandparents. Yes, I know it sounds boring but how often do you really pay tribute to these wonderful people, whether they are still with us or have passed on? I think it’s time to take a moment to do so.
So to begin with, I’ll give you a summary of my Grandparent status. Both my mother’s parents passed on before I was born, so I didn’t get the liberty of meeting them. I’ve heard good things about my mother’s mum but nothing I can really confirm sadly. My father’s father passed away when I was two years old, before I even lived in the small town where I grew up (in the house next door to the one he lived in). The only real personal memory I have of him is a vague one of going to see him in hospital and sitting on the bed with him. Obviously I was too young to really understand, but I have photos and a locket and many stories. From what I know, my Grandpop was some what of a legend. He was known around town as a hard worker, a bit of a hard arse, but a fair dinkum bloke. My father’s mother is the only living Grandparent I have, my Nanna. She still lives in the town I grew up in, by herself, and at the age of 81 she is doing pretty well. These are the facts but now I’ll share with you a short explanation of sorts.
So strangely enough, though I was so young, I shared quite a connection with my Grandpop. And though it saddens me that he never got to physically see me grow up, I feel him watching over me. I know that is such a cliche thing to say, but It’s true. I believe he is somewhat of a guardian angel to me, shaking his head when I get myself in a bad situation, and smiling when I’m doing him proud. Everytime I go home to my little town to see my family, I always take some time to stop by his grave, next to where my Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather lay, and say a little prayer to him. I thank him for watching over me, ask him for guidance, and tell him that I hope I am making him proud. He is one of the things that keeps me deeply rooted to home.
As for my Grandmother, she isn’t like the memes I see on Facebook. She doesn’t bake cakes, or force me to eat mountains of food. But she help me out of trouble, listens to my woes, and understands me entirely. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and will ever meet, inside and out. She is the only member of my family I can tell my deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets too and she doesn’t bat an eyelid, just pats me on the knee and says ‘we’ve all been there darling, and I won’t tell a soul’. This woman is stronger than the Amazonian women, braver than any soldier, and brings more joy into my life than anything else. She can tell just by the sound of my voice, no matter how hard I try to sound chirpy, If something is wrong. But most importantly she supports me and is purely proud of me. She is never selfish, never rude. She gives me her all and I love her more than words could ever describe.
Now I know this is a long post, and seems mostly self centered so far, but if you are still reading, which I really hope you are, then bare with me just a little longer. Now is your time. Take a moment to thank your pennies, count your blessings, and pay tribute to these wonderful god sent creatures we call Grandparents. Past and present, they deserve our respect. Some of you may have grudges, and I understand that. But if you can, if you love your Grandparent/s take a moment out of your day to check in and give them a ring or stop by for a coffee. You’ll feel good for it, and they will die that little bit happier when it is their time. Those of you whose Grandparents are no longer with you, and that were old enough to experience it full force, don’t be too sad, it was their time. They are now giving their all to the young angels above us. Or maybe they themselves are the angels. Either way, I guarantee they are watching over you.
I know this was a soppy post, but I believe it is a topic that deserves recognition. Thankyou for reading, and feedback is welcome.