Wish Grandpas Never Died Novels & Stories

he fills me in. Both sets of my grandparents got along great so I’m not surprised grandpa went to visit them. Grandpa Mihalis was a former member of the Greek Mafia, but he and Grandma Noemi have both retired from their life of crime. I miss them very much, so I visit them when I can, or they visit us here. “And how has retirement been for you?” I ask suspiciously. Grandpa Titus is also retired but has a hard time letting go. He shrugs, “It’s been like retirement. Nothing worth reporting.”

“What now?” “You know my grandfather is ill again, right?” “Yes. He looked quite bad at your birthday dinner, but I thought he was recovering.” “At this point, we have a running joke that he is flipping the Grim Reaper off everyday. One foot in the grave and one foot with us. Despite being weak and close to death, he is determined to hold his power over our heads, especially my mother’s head. First, he wanted grandkids, and now he wants…” He scoffed. “He wants great-grandkids. And the only one of his grandchildren that’s in a relationship, that’s married…”

As he lay in the rocking chair, Grandpa's aged lips curved into a hint of a smile. The sky was perfectly blue and the breeze gentle. Just like that, Grandpa passed away. I knew that Grandpa did not regret anything when he died. He was just following after Grandma, the most important person in his entire life. In their lifetimes, neither of my grandparents remarried, and neither of them brought up what happened back then. Just like that, they lived the rest of their lives in enviable happiness. "Grandpa, you went to meet Grandma, didn't you?"

Once, when I worried Damine was overworking his eyes, I would constantly find different ways to send him soups and broths meant to improve his eyesight. I'd wake up at dawn to simmer special herbs for hours, creating concoctions that smelled heavenly but probably tasted terrible. I knew that Damine would most likely pour them out when I wasn't looking, too proud to accept my care. But this young assistant would always greet me with a shy, warm smile whenever we met. Unexpectedly, the first person to show genuine, unfeigned sadness over my death was this stranger who shared no blood ties with me. Seeing Damine's terrible condition—his face pale as a sheet, his knuckles white from gripping the

I had already meet grandpa before and I knew his biggest wish was to see his granddaughter get married. Then I saw emily ,who was shocked and frozen at her spot before she could reply anything ,I pulled her out with me. As I took her ,As expected.she freaked out ,so I gripped her hand tightly to stop her from speaking and then I told her. "Look emily,I know this is sudden but grandpa has only one year to live and I have know from my grandpa that his last wish is to see you get married.

In her past life, she had stood in almost this exact spot, watching the same monitor, the same face, the same moment where everything changed. “Grandpa,” Howard whispered, his voice rough and breaking. “You’re not dying. You hear me? You’re not leaving me.” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, his fingers tightening on the rail. “You’re tough. You’ve always been tough. You’re not going to die in a car crash like some… some random nobody.” His voice cracked, pain ripping through the anger. “You’re not dying.”

“I approve of your relationship with Mykel. I want you to convince him to meet me. Just the three of us.” I paused for a while, thinking through his real motives. “You’re making me nervous, Grandpa. You can’t force him into doing something he doesn’t like. You’re not going to ask him to give you a great-grandchild, are you?” Grandpa laughed. “Nothing like that, but an old man can dream. At least I wanna hold my only great-grandchild before I die.” Tears quickly filled my eyes as I watched him smile with that dreamy eye. “Then just hold on to your hat.”

*Grace* Struggling against tears and despair, I tear the latest sheet from my notebook, wadding it into a ball and pushing it towards the others scattered about the dining room table. My grandparents had always grown corn and soybeans on the farm, even last year before Juliet died. The profit may not have been much, but it had gotten them by.

More precisely, Grandpa Parker, Grandpa Windsor, and Grandma Windsor were good friends. But later, because of Grandma Windsor, the two old men gradually grew apart. It wasn't because they had a bad relationship, but rather, they didn't want to make Grandma Windsor feel awkward. "Wanting our other halves to live a long and healthy life until a hundred is a good thing, but if we end up passing away before them, it's not a good situation," sighed Grandpa Parker. "I'm scared to death of dying now, afraid that if I do, your grandma will be mistreated with no one to complain to and no one to tell her grievances to. When people are old, only peers can understand the thoughts of their peers."

"Five years ago, I planned to marry my grandson to my best friend's granddaughter, Mr. Carter. But both my grandson and my best friend's granddaughter strongly opposed the match. We finally agreed that the marriage was just a contract on paper, one that would expire if either of them married another woman or man they loved." Grandpa Wilson was silent for a moment; he looked at Nathan, who was calmly smiling at him.