Wish Grandpas Never Died Novels & Stories

Whenever he was not joking about his mortality, he often said, “If I die, don’t worry. I will die happy. Not everyone gets to live long enough to meet great-grandkids.” Freya, Adrian, and Riley walked Anthony and Abner to the ballroom’s back. When they neared the inflatable playground, Adrian said, “Kids, Grandpa is going to rest now!” The triplets rushed over to Abner, kissing his cheek. Charlie especially sat on his lap and hugged him. She said, “Have a good rest, Grandpa. I love you!”

"No wonder Nana was so excited to come here." "Madam Daphne and the late Mr. Harlan never missed it. They always made sure to come. Even when they had jobs and busy schedules, they always came." "I've heard about that." Stanley turned. "About your grandparents?" "Yes," Garrett nodded. "Even from some of the news I've heard, it says that Grandpa once bought a painting at a high price as a gift for Nana." Stanley's eyes widened. There was a look of admiration. "They really were a happy couple. They took care of each other. I wouldn't be surprised how devastated Madam Daphne was when her husband died."

said Grandpa, smiling, but his eyes were a little sad. It's been a few years since Grandma Celestine passed away, but grandpa still feels love for grandma. So is Don. Jhaddid, his wife Doña Elizabeth also passed away. I met and reached for it, but I was weak when I met him, he already felt something in his body.

When he was seven, she died on a stormy night, whispering with her last breath, "Ciel, never love anyone. The moment you love, you hand them your weakness. And they will destroy you." Even after she went cold, his father didn't open the door. He hated his father. But he hated his mother more—how could she love someone enough to throw away her life? Yet Vivienne had risked hers for him. "I told you," she said quietly. "I'll play the good wife. That includes protecting you." Thunder cracked outside. Ciel curled in on himself, tension obvious. This time, Vivienne pulled him into her arms before he could fight it. Her warmth, her heartbeat against his ear—

He opened his mouth to say more but his phone rang out. He looked torn between ending the call and taking it. “Please excuse me,” Ollie said as he walked outside, leaving grandpa and I alone in the room. “You shouldn’t talk about death that way grandpa. Ollie loves you and if he loses you…” “My dear, death is unavoidable. Not even the wealthiest man on earth can escape it. And if we’re fair, I’ve lived a generous amount of time. My last wish is to see you and my son tie the knot. After that, I’ll rest peacefully,” grandpa interjected.

“Grandma, please don't get upset. Your health is what's most important. Don't let her ruin your mood.” Mrs. Jasper Sr. gently patted Vivian’s hand. “You're always the sweetest, Vivian. Always thinking of me. You truly are my precious granddaughter.” Vivian's smile brightened. “Grandma, I can stay with you forever if you want.” Mrs. Jasper Sr. chuckled, her expression softening. “Silly girl, one day you'll have to get married. I would love for you to stay with me forever, but that's just not possible.”

I spritzed on cologne and rushed downstairs. We were already running late. Minnie wore a matching black dress—just styled a little differently. Miles was in his little black shirt and pants. “Mummy, how did Grandpa Reed die?” Minnie asked as I wrapped my arm around hers in the car. “He was old, sweetheart. Old people die eventually,” I answered as gently as I could. Minnie turned to me for confirmation. I nodded. She didn’t look pleased by the reality. “Mummy, you’re squeezing my hand,” she said with a small smile.

The voice on the other end didn't even flinch: "Your grandpa's gone."

Granny Maddox patted her husband, "Jessica's mom heard you were having a birthday and gave you two long shirts made of silk! How come you don't remember?" "I brought you back many times the butter made by Jessica's mom? Did you forget that too!" "Ahem." As Granny Maddox said so, Grandpa Maddox felt that he owed the girl! "All right, all right. Why isn't dinner on? What are you waiting for?" Grandpa Maddox finally spoke. If he didn't take a stand, he was afraid he would owe Jessica even more... "Where's Wade?" Granny Maddox asked, "Why didn't he bring his girlfriend back?"

It was everything Dad had left behind, and it was proof that doing the right thing still mattered. I stopped outside the entrance and spoke quietly, as if he could hear me. "It's over, Dad. The people who tried to take advantage of us got what was coming to them. "You lived your whole life as an honest man, and I made sure nobody got away with disrespecting you after you were gone. "No one is ever going to use your name to line their pockets again." The breeze stirred gently around me, and for a moment it felt like an answer, something soft and reassuring that I couldn't quite put into words.