They’re in their 80s and they’ve been together since they were 15 and 16.
My grandmother described running into my grandfathers arms at the train station, when he’d have weekends off in the raf, as heavenly and I have to deal with men in their 20s who still use Snapchat and repost tiktoks about “fine shyt” and “bops”.
There is no quality of life in yearning for a time you didn’t exist in but where do we draw the line.
It’s been 3-4years since I last saw my grandma…
I sat and listened to her tell me stories about our family that I had no idea about…
I noticed the way she would speak about certain things and got to learn her point of view on various topics of life...
realizing I get a lot from her.
I started seeing myself in her, not only in the way she viewed the world but
her face began to look a lot like mine.
An older version of myself.
I wonder if I’ll be just like her when I’m older…
I wonder if that was a glimpse into my future…
