grandma - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"I want you to tell your mom that I'm having a check up." My heart beats faster, mind exploding with possibilities. This was the first time that Grandma had insisted on caring about herself... ever. She was my superhero; she would let me drink her medicines when I was sick, leaving her sicker than ever. I can't even react. She isn't giving me a choice. She can never bring herself to watch me suffer, yet she couldn't see that I wasn't going to be fine watching her suffer too.
Grandma lacked the intensity of mother. She loved me but had enough distance not to seethe with anxiety every time I screwed up. She would always smile first, then unlike my teen friends who would fill any silence with their own mental monologue, she would listen, ask a few pertinent questions and gather all the information she needed. Then gently her words would guide me to my own conclusion, a decision I could feel like I owned, or at least had a part in crafting. I always felt more centred and at ease with myself after an afternoon in her company.
We were on the same bed together ever since I was young - reposed there every night, living with laughs and chortles. Every night was like a talk show and a comedy bar, we were always so noisy, just like normal friends.
There were many conclusions welling up at my head. It was a plain nuisance to me every night, thinking about those stupid What Ifs. But of course I've got so much trust with God and I know He was going to let me spend a lot more time with my grandma. I closed my eyes and shook my head, stopped myself from thinking about that. It was another way to stop the stored water at my eyes from falling.
"You feeling anything?" Grandma's sickness was new to me. Until recently she would just ignore it and let the pain burn into her. She was as strong as a jaguar could be even in her twilight years. That was why I loved her for who she was. She was brave, strong.. as strong as any man. Her heart was certainly as brave as a man's, but she wasn't going to be strong forever.
"Everything is blurry." I felt an ache again beneath my chest. My grandma was getting old. All that was left was to treasure these memories and create new ones while we still had the chance.
I gazed in her direction while she was asleep, the grey strands of her hair drawing my eyes. I kept on staring, feeling a light pain in my chest. She was getting older, the minutes aging her body faster than my own.