Tale Weaver #75
I accepted the challenge to write a story for Grandparents so here goes nothing:
“Josephine was thinking about how it used to be when she was growing up, having her grandmother read her stories before bedtime when she stayed round there. Her parents always seemed to be too busy to read to her at night so she loved spending time with her grandparents. Both sets seemed to have lots of time to do fun things with her. Being the only grandchild she used to get spoilt rotten by her mother’s parents. Her father on the other hand was one of 4 and all his siblings had older children than she was, but this meant there was always someone else around at this grandparents home.
Her parents had loved her that was never in doubt and they always made time for her to play and nurture her abilities. When she left school she went to university and was the first in both families to do this and become a teacher. She had never noticed before that even though she went out with boys and men from college she was never really attracted to them physically until she met Andrea.
They were both at the same college but Andrea was a year behind Josephine, this never posed any problems for them as everyone was pleased to see them together, holding hands, kissing and enjoying each others company. They were so much in love that everyone around them couldn’t help but notice and be happy for them. Josephine was thinking about their 50 years together, the last 6 as wife and wife. She still remembered the good times more than the sad, after all Andrea had only been diagnosed with terminal cancer in the brain two days before she died.
Did she regret that they had never adopted? Not really as they had both taught and had been around children most of their adult lives. To begin with the authorities wouldn’t have allowed two women to adopt but when times and attitudes had changed they had become settled together and no longer thought about bringing anyone new into their relationship. Now that she was alone with her memories, and they were good ones, she wondered if she should have maybe tried to foster if not adopt. She still had a lot of love to give but who would want an oldie of 75?
…To be continued (maybe).