Grandma’s house.

Grandma's house, is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and the minutes unhurriedly arrive.
Grandma and granddaughter

GRANDMA’S HOUSE.

Anyone can relate to this…

“Mom, can I sleep at Grandma’s tonight ?
I heard in the car, this morning…
When I managed to turn around, to see my child, it made me go back to the past, with just one sentence…
She was no longer within my reach.

I travelled far…
When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities?


We fight every day, for something we’re not even sure we really want…
When in fact, grandma’s house is what everyone needs to be happy.


Grandma’s house, is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and the minutes unhurriedly arrive.


Grandma’s house is where a simple pasta and homemade bread seem to have different flavours, delicious…
Grandma’s house is where an innocent afternoon, can last for an eternity of games and fantasies.


Grandma’s house is where the cupboards hide old clothes and mysterious tools.


Grandma’s house is where the closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled.


Grandma’s house is where toys rarely come ready, they are invented on the spot.


Grandma’s house, is where everything is mysteriously possible, magic happens and without worries.


Grandma’s house is where we find the remains of our parents’ childhood and the beginning of our lives.


Grandma’s house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed.


That luxury no longer belongs to me – unfortunately – it will live with me, only in memories.


Even so, if I could place an order now… any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing…
Can I sleep at Grandma’s tonight?”

My Papa Joe is 85

“My Papa Joe is 85 and has been faithfully married to my grandma for 60 years. His memory is slipping and he is really slowing down.

Today, he asked me to take him to Walmart because he wanted to get out of the house. I was thankful he asked because, as many of us know, he shouldn’t be driving. I thought it would also benefit grandma to have the house to herself for a while, not having to worry about grandpa for a few hours.

I watched him, cane in hand, taking the tiniest steps all around Walmart…I no idea what he was after. I just thought he wanted out of the house. But as I observed each item he put in the cart, I noticed a theme. They were some of my grandma’s favorite things.

He got a bottle of her favorite soda. He carefully picked out a bag of her favorite grapes. He even bought her a small lemon pie…and then, my eyes welled with tears as I watched him hobble over to the fresh flowers and pick her the bouquet that had the most purple in it. 😭

On our way home, he insisted we stop and grab a sandwich to take home for grandma’s lunch! May we all take a lesson from Papa Joe. Never stop being intentional!!!”

Credit: Alesha Nemechek