Find your next favourite story now
Login

Grandpa Stories

grandpa

Grandpa awoke with tears in his eyes. He knew something was wrong and it saddened him. He sucked air through the nose mask. The CPAP machine hissed. The air that did not go into his lungs escaped through the tiny holes at the junction of the air tube and the mask. "Shhhh." The forced air hissed at him to be silent. The positive air pressure breathed with Grandpa and prevented him from snoring but it could not prevent his...

Half of My Roots

Where I come from made a bit clearer.

Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots made me feel blue. Two children, a boy who would become my dad.The other one, a pretty girl, my auntie you had. I have been to the place known as The Ranch.Proud I am, on y...

The Warmest Word

The baby wakes up.

I enter your room softly and quietly. The dog sleeping on the floor wags his tail, as he wakes. I walk to your bed and stand gazing down, as you sleep. Your covers lay in a heap at your feet. You sleep on your side with your back to me and the room. As I gaze at you, you roll over and look up at me. I hear a tiny voice say, "Appa." I smile at you, as you giggle watching me. That sound makes my day and warms my heart. I am...

Rambling and Reminiscing

Just remembering some stuff

What is the point of a second hand hat? That, I fear, is a misnomer. Should it not be second head? After all, one wears a hat on the head, so that terminology seems bonkers, to me, at least. Shoes are another thing. They should be third and fourth foot. Gloves should be second and fourth hand. Or am I just being overly obtuse?It boggles the mind, all those weird misnomers. It actually feels like the word “misnomer” is a m...

My Grandpa was little and old. He sat all day long looking into his coffee cup and smoking. Sometimes he sat in the kitchen. One day he saw a small mouse. He got up and rummaged through the junk drawer until he found a mouse trap. He set and baited it with peanut butter, placed it, then sat back down at the table.He watched as the mouse ran up to the trap, jumped on the lever and ate.He got up, picked up the trap and disa...