2007-10-20 01:44:52 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous in Family & Relationships ➔ Family
That when my mother died from a massive heart attack when I was 17, he and the rest of my family blamed me and they cut me off from the family. He, also, withdrew the promise to my mother that he would pay for me to go to college.
To whoever gave me the thumbs down, thanks for giving me a thumbs down on my memory of the most painful time of my life.
2007-10-20 02:07:18 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
My maternal grandfather died when I was 4, my memories of him are vague, because he was very ill with cancer. I remember him being tall, quiet, and patient. He had kind eyes and a gentle voice, which is amazing considering the amount of pain he was experiencing.
My paternal grandfather died when I was 14, and I have lots of fond memories of times together. I remember his laugh when he would get really tickled, he was a prankster; helping me with my math homework, he was excellent with math; giving advice about life such as "The wise old owl ...."; and many more, too numerous to list.
My fondest memories are from young childhood, after my grandmother died -- also when I was 4. Granddad would visit about once a month, and stay about three days. He would always pile my two younger brothers and me in the bed with him and tell the most wonderful stories. We would hang on every single word. It's a shame they were never written down, they would make good children's stories, even today.
2007-10-20 05:24:08 · answer #2 · answered by tracy 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
After church on Sundays, grandpa, grandma, grandpa's brother and his wife, would drive to the mountains. I would get to go many times. I was very small then, maybe 8-11 yr. old. I would always ride in the the back, on the space between the back window and the seat. I would nap there, as they drove and talked. We would get a burger 1/2 way there, and an ice cream cone when we got there. It was such fun. I miss it very much. I have to many memories to mention them all.
2007-10-20 01:54:08 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well he died 2 years ago I was his only girl grandchild but the strange thing is I loved working with him in his tool shop I used to make little wood sculptures and I had soo much fun when I was with him It still pains me to walk into his shop but I know he will all ways be with me. I love my pop-pop. Have a wonderful day. :^)
2007-10-20 01:58:51 · answer #4 · answered by Ash 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The day he justified never seeing me in my childhood because his "pride" wouldn't let him. My mother had told him he could only see me in her home because after my fathers death when I was 2 and her remarriage to the man who adopted me and is the man who raised and loved me as his daughter, my grandparents would make it a point to tell me that I didn't have to mind him because he wasn't anyone to me. I was 4. My mother said that I could no longer visit them, but they could always see me in her home, any time. Even though they lived 10min away, they never bothered with me again. Later in life, when I looked them up, he excused his behavior by saying he had too much pride to see me under those circumstances. Great guy, huh?
2007-10-20 02:02:35 · answer #5 · answered by tjnstlouismo 7 · 1⤊ 1⤋
the person is gone , but the memories is always there , thinking how we played chess with him , giving us pocket money , the time is so sweet , so wonderful .
2007-10-20 01:53:56 · answer #6 · answered by SweeTie Baby 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
i cannot remember him ever saying one mean... or critical word against another person. he always searched for the good in people. no matter what.
2007-10-20 02:03:53 · answer #7 · answered by foosieboy1953 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
when i was little. he used to always take me to the ice cream store down the street. it was really fun =D
2007-10-20 01:49:48 · answer #8 · answered by Michelle 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋