I Miss My Grandparents
I only got to meet 2 in person, but mentally I only really met 1. The one I met was my mother’s father, and he was a brilliant man but he died from cancer when I was 7/8. He was my favourite man in the world, he used to own a farm so there were always plenty of stories. He was also quite a taboo man as he married a woman who was in a wheelchair, which in 1957 was frowned upon. I met my grandmother, but she died when I was 3, from pneumonia and Alzheimer’s combined. I guess I never did really meet because by the time I came along she couldn’t speak much or do anythig for herself, she used to think I was her oldest son (when I wore trousers) or one of her daughters.
My other grandparents were a bit of a mystery, my grandmother died from a stroke 14 years before I was born, but she couldn’t speak any English anyway so I doubt I’d have been able to connect with her very well as I didn’t start learning German until I was around 7. She would have been 88 she. I was born anyway. My othe grandfather was Romanian/Hungarian and he died 21 years before I was born from a a heart attack. He would have been 99 when I was born, both he and his wife were late starters when it came to having children. I often wonder what it would have been like to meet them, the amount of stories my father said parents would have had about living through the wars and about becoming refugees and fleeing
To England from all of the ruckus in Hungary. I deeply regret not asking my mothers parents about their lives but I guess I was just too young to appreciate it back then.
If anyone is lucky enough to still have their grandparents then cherish them and be there for them, it won’t last forever and that’s a sad truth to face
My other grandparents were a bit of a mystery, my grandmother died from a stroke 14 years before I was born, but she couldn’t speak any English anyway so I doubt I’d have been able to connect with her very well as I didn’t start learning German until I was around 7. She would have been 88 she. I was born anyway. My othe grandfather was Romanian/Hungarian and he died 21 years before I was born from a a heart attack. He would have been 99 when I was born, both he and his wife were late starters when it came to having children. I often wonder what it would have been like to meet them, the amount of stories my father said parents would have had about living through the wars and about becoming refugees and fleeing
To England from all of the ruckus in Hungary. I deeply regret not asking my mothers parents about their lives but I guess I was just too young to appreciate it back then.
If anyone is lucky enough to still have their grandparents then cherish them and be there for them, it won’t last forever and that’s a sad truth to face
