What is it about a grandparent’s love that makes it especially sweet, especially touching? Is it because they remind us of a harder time, endured through a relationship that is deeply bonded by blood? Or is it because their age and frailty send a further reminder, like a whisper we try to push away in the back of our minds, that the life we live and know is not for all eternity. That these people who gives us such tender love will leave us one day. And with that, there is the anticipation of a gap to come into our lives.
Not everyone has the chance to meet their parents’ parents. Not everyone knows this type of love. My sister and I, over the years, have learnt to pay closer attention to our own grandparents’ stories. Grandparents have a lot of stories to tell, and many of them are worth listening to.