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UIDENTIFIED_STRANGER on
What was the story
Sujana_torge on
I remember being little and sitting next to my grandfather, looking out the window, watching the cars go by. He’d tell me one of three stories he used to repeat every time we did that. I think they’re tattooed on my mind now, because on long trips—when I’m not the one driving—I find myself staring out the window, and it feels like those stories are playing back in his voice.
Successful_Boot_202 on
Oh man that is so true! ❤️🩹
Kind_Reaction5809 on
Grandparent lore is either dull or crazy. Case in point, my grandpa practically kidnapped my pregnant grandma before fleeing to Arizona where he got arrested for robbing a motel.
luxafelicity on
My favorite story from my grandma that I heard sooooo many times growing up was about the first car she ever bought herself after she started teaching. It was a Pontiac Firebird (can’t remember the year anymore), white exterior with red leather interior. I’ve always wanted to find a Firebird with that exact coloring but I’ve never been able to.
MsIvyBloom on
Unconditional love
Wait_here_me_out on
I’d give anything to hear my parents rambling again.
mythvirexa on
10/10 would listen for the 101st time just to see that smile
realVincenzo on
Is that like the parent watching the 6 year olds favorite movie for the 20th time this week…because it makes the child happy? Seems like everything circles.
Hoyle33 on
My grandma had dementia for the last few years of her life, so bad towards the end that she would switch stories half way through her sentence. I didn’t care, because I knew one day soon would be her last. I listened to the same stories about her family coming over from Italy as long as I could
Confidentium on
By the looks of that expression, his favorite story must be from when he crawled through the trenches during the war.
Miserable_Ear_656 on
What is the story
AceBean27 on
My Grandma with Alzheimer’s stories were always completely fictional and fairly racist.
HardcoreAvocado on
I have patients like that. I smile and act interested every time and it makes their day.
AverageMako3Enjoyer on
And one day you sit there, listening to the story for the umpteenth time, blissfully unaware it would be the last time it was told to you. And when the dust settles you realize the story now exists only in your mind, and you’ve witnessed firsthand how fickle a mind can be. After all, the final time you heard the story you were only so far into your own, and you wonder how long you will be able to hold onto it before it melts away into the folds.
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Reverse the pics and it’s me and my 8yo son
I’m the original poster of this post, u/Qvistenn was my main but I removed it for personal reasons
What was the story
I remember being little and sitting next to my grandfather, looking out the window, watching the cars go by. He’d tell me one of three stories he used to repeat every time we did that. I think they’re tattooed on my mind now, because on long trips—when I’m not the one driving—I find myself staring out the window, and it feels like those stories are playing back in his voice.
Oh man that is so true! ❤️🩹
Grandparent lore is either dull or crazy. Case in point, my grandpa practically kidnapped my pregnant grandma before fleeing to Arizona where he got arrested for robbing a motel.
My favorite story from my grandma that I heard sooooo many times growing up was about the first car she ever bought herself after she started teaching. It was a Pontiac Firebird (can’t remember the year anymore), white exterior with red leather interior. I’ve always wanted to find a Firebird with that exact coloring but I’ve never been able to.
Unconditional love
I’d give anything to hear my parents rambling again.
10/10 would listen for the 101st time just to see that smile
Is that like the parent watching the 6 year olds favorite movie for the 20th time this week…because it makes the child happy? Seems like everything circles.
My grandma had dementia for the last few years of her life, so bad towards the end that she would switch stories half way through her sentence. I didn’t care, because I knew one day soon would be her last. I listened to the same stories about her family coming over from Italy as long as I could
By the looks of that expression, his favorite story must be from when he crawled through the trenches during the war.
What is the story
My Grandma with Alzheimer’s stories were always completely fictional and fairly racist.
I have patients like that. I smile and act interested every time and it makes their day.
And one day you sit there, listening to the story for the umpteenth time, blissfully unaware it would be the last time it was told to you. And when the dust settles you realize the story now exists only in your mind, and you’ve witnessed firsthand how fickle a mind can be. After all, the final time you heard the story you were only so far into your own, and you wonder how long you will be able to hold onto it before it melts away into the folds.
Source: life experiences I guess
Made me go “aww”