Let Me Remind You That Your Grandparents Are Still Cool

To Anyone Who Needs Reminding Of This, Your Grandparents Are Still Cool

Stop avoiding going to your Grandparents house just because it's always a game of 50 questions.


If you clicked on this, then there's a chance that you used to be exactly like me when it came to going to your grandparents' house or having them visit. At first, when you were little, you loved it. You knew that there would be an endless supply of treats for you to inhale at their house. Perhaps Grandma or Grandpa would always play with you until you got tired, they seemed to never get tired though. You were always sad when it was time for you or them to go, wishing you it would stay like this forever.

But then you got older and that all changed.

Now you always dread it, not wanting to be asked 50 questions about your personal life in fine detail. You didn't want to visit because you knew they would pinch your cheeks and then show you off to all their friends, who would then proceed to do the same. You know you're gonna be leaving with a sore and red face. There's also nothing to do anymore besides eat their goodies and watch TV on a television that's practically the size of a bread box. You complain that there's no wifi or that the cell service sucks. I mean how are you supposed to keep up your Snap streaks if you can't get a connection? You internally count the minutes until you can leave and go home. You also don't want them to visit because they'll stay too long and be all in your personal space. Visits to and from your grandparents aren't the same anymore.

And the problem isn't them, it's you.

I haven't written this article to insult you or to put you down. In fact, if what I described above isn't your view on going to visit your grandparents or having them visit you, then this article isn't for you. This article is for those of you who don't want to see your grandparents because it isn't "cool" for you anymore. I get it because I was once like that too. But that all changed as I got older. I realized that the one thing that brought my Grandma immense happiness was seeing me.

I was her reason for joy and happiness.

My Grandma lost her husband in 2004 and has been alone since. I'm her only grandchild that she has a relationship with and she's the only grandparent I have left. I realized as I got older, the reason my Grandma asks me so many questions about my life is because she cares about me. She wants me to be happy and healthy. She would give her life for me. Me not wanting her to visit just because I didn't want to be bothered was completely selfish. And while she may not have all the cool technology and wifi I have at my house, we still manage to find fun things to do at her house without the use of the internet.

Don't take your grandparents for granted.

You don't know when their last day on earth will be. We don't have the promise of tomorrow. Don't put your grandparents on the back burner just because you're getting older and think they aren't cool anymore. They're still cool, what's not cool is acting like your feelings are on a higher priority than theirs. Call your grandparents today and tell them you love them, you never know, it may be the last time you will.

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.

The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.


the loving granddaughters

Cover Image Credit: Carlie Konuch

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Kit Kat On A Rainy Day

My grandpa went missing one rainy afternoon, but what happened later is very heartwarming!


It was a rainy afternoon in the middle of October. The road was covered in an almost invisible film of water, and mud seeped through the cracks of the sidewalk. The wind blew at a harsh and firm angle. The temperature was sharp and bitter. I was in 10th grade at the time and had just gotten back to school. I sat at my desk upstairs with my legs comfortably nuzzled against my chest. I admired the lavender fuzzy socks on my feet while very blatantly ignoring my homework and other responsibilities. I gently sipped warm apple cider, carefully making sure that it wouldn't burn my tongue whilst scrolling through my phone. This rainy afternoon in the middle of October was seemingly very normal.

I eventually picked up a pencil and reluctantly began my homework, but was very quickly distracted by the sounds of panicked yelling coming from downstairs. I quickly made my way to the scene so that I could figure out what was going on. My mom and grandma were in the kitchen crying and screaming. My grandma sounded agitated and afraid. My mom was barely able to make out coherent sentences as she scrambled to find my dad's contact in her phone. I shuddered and felt completely frozen when I was finally able to understand what was going on.

My 85-year-old grandpa who also has Alzheimer's was missing from our home. My stream of consciousness was abruptly interrupted as I heard the door leading to our garage slam shut. My mom was going to drive around our neighborhood to look for my grandpa, as he realistically could not have made it that far. I went back upstairs and sunk into my chair. My eyes were wide and I could hear my heart beating outside of my chest. I trembled and cried. These are the kinds of horrible and unfortunate stories that you read about or watch in the news. You never expect it to happen to a loved one. The gravity of the situation is heavy. It's a very obscure and different kind of pain, one that cannot be justified with words.

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. I was not aware of how much time had passed, but I do remember hearing the slow creak of the garage open. I did not get up and I did not run down the stairs. Instead, I sat there. I sat firmly in my chair, numb and completely frozen. From where I was, everything was temporarily easier. The pain of sitting at my desk was less scathing than confronting whatever was waiting downstairs. And then, all of a sudden, I heard very slow and uneven steps coming up the stairs, accompanied by heavy breathing. It was my grandpa.

There he was, standing about three feet in front of me. I examined him, head-to-toe. He was soaked and there were remnants of mud on his pants and shoes. His glasses were covered in intricate droplets of water, and his light grey hair was disheveled. But that is not what stood out to me. What made me want to cry even more was the smile on his face that was beaming with love, as his eyes met mine. He steadily walked towards me, put his hand in his pocket, and I watched his fragile hands shake as he pulled out a Kit Kat bar.

"For you!" He said with a little laugh.

- - -

My mom had found my grandpa in a Walgreens right outside our neighborhood. To this day I still don't know how he got there, and I do not care to know the exact fundamentals of how he got from point A to point B. This is a man whose life and memories have been unfairly taken from him. This is a man who can barely make out a sentence in either Hindi or English. This is a man who, to this very day, cannot remember my name or who I am. However, what this disease has failed to do is strip him of his innate kindness. His mind might be impaired but his ability to love is immortal and unbreakable.

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