Listening to this while driving was not a good idea! While the crying was the , “good,” kind it still made visibility a challenge. Thank you for such a sweet reminder about appreciation for the people in our lives and the little moments that make life special.
Thank you so much for this post, Anastasia! This year my father and grandmother passed away, I got a new job, and I’m on the process of going back to school for a masters degree. Many changes and upheavals, but I’m so grateful to have these Substack posts to read and all you have taught me!! So many things you mention in this post really resonate with me and my experience with my grandparents.
Thank you for sharing your sweet story (get it? 😄) about your grandparents. I love that you had that experience and such a nice relationship with them. I had lost 3 of my grandparents before being born and I lost my grandfather at too young of an age to really feel a connection to him. But, in the short time we lived in Tacoma when I was still a baby, I was dropped off at his house in the morning. He'd hang out with me for a bit and prop my up on he couch like a little doll and take my picture (like a proper grandparent obsessed with their grandbaby) before bringing me next door to the real babysitter, probably when I was ready for a diaper change. 🤣 My mom hadn't known about the photos until sometime after he died and she was digitizing all of his slides and photos. It was a cute surprise, especially during a time that she was busy starting a new career, commuting a ton, and I don't think she and my dad were taking many photos.
I also feel like I need to share my ice cream story. My dad was frequently misidentified as my grandpa because I came into the picture when he was already 44. I'm not saying I was an accident.. but I absolutely was. A happy little accident, as Bob Ross would say. 😄
Occasionally my dad would pick me up from daycare on his way home from work and, I'm not sure how often this next part happened, but I remember at least a few times, we would stop for ice cream at a gas station in Startup that had it by the scoop. He would joke to not tell my mom about it since it was probably spoiling my dinner. And, of course, the second we'd walk in the door to my mom making dinner or she'd walk in the door getting home from work, I'd burst out with, "GUESS WHAT WE HAD ON THE WAY HOME!!!" or, "Dad got me ice cream!!" I'm not sure how much of it was an incapability to keep a secret or that I wanted to make sure my brother also heard that I got ice cream, since he was not with us, but I was SO excited (and hopped up on sugar) to share the good news.
Sending you love, my friend.
Thank you so much Katt!
Listening to this while driving was not a good idea! While the crying was the , “good,” kind it still made visibility a challenge. Thank you for such a sweet reminder about appreciation for the people in our lives and the little moments that make life special.
Thank you so much for this post, Anastasia! This year my father and grandmother passed away, I got a new job, and I’m on the process of going back to school for a masters degree. Many changes and upheavals, but I’m so grateful to have these Substack posts to read and all you have taught me!! So many things you mention in this post really resonate with me and my experience with my grandparents.
Thank you for sharing your sweet story (get it? 😄) about your grandparents. I love that you had that experience and such a nice relationship with them. I had lost 3 of my grandparents before being born and I lost my grandfather at too young of an age to really feel a connection to him. But, in the short time we lived in Tacoma when I was still a baby, I was dropped off at his house in the morning. He'd hang out with me for a bit and prop my up on he couch like a little doll and take my picture (like a proper grandparent obsessed with their grandbaby) before bringing me next door to the real babysitter, probably when I was ready for a diaper change. 🤣 My mom hadn't known about the photos until sometime after he died and she was digitizing all of his slides and photos. It was a cute surprise, especially during a time that she was busy starting a new career, commuting a ton, and I don't think she and my dad were taking many photos.
I also feel like I need to share my ice cream story. My dad was frequently misidentified as my grandpa because I came into the picture when he was already 44. I'm not saying I was an accident.. but I absolutely was. A happy little accident, as Bob Ross would say. 😄
Occasionally my dad would pick me up from daycare on his way home from work and, I'm not sure how often this next part happened, but I remember at least a few times, we would stop for ice cream at a gas station in Startup that had it by the scoop. He would joke to not tell my mom about it since it was probably spoiling my dinner. And, of course, the second we'd walk in the door to my mom making dinner or she'd walk in the door getting home from work, I'd burst out with, "GUESS WHAT WE HAD ON THE WAY HOME!!!" or, "Dad got me ice cream!!" I'm not sure how much of it was an incapability to keep a secret or that I wanted to make sure my brother also heard that I got ice cream, since he was not with us, but I was SO excited (and hopped up on sugar) to share the good news.