Something special about grandparents.
I only really had one set. My bio-dad's certainly don't' count. I guess they were around when I was little, but not in a good way. Except that maybe I learned to eat marzipan and had a favourite homemade polka-dot blankie.
But Mom's parents? They were good to me. I was their favourite. I mean, obviously.
Papa used to hide money in his side table from the "Money Fairy". I used to sit with him in his lazy boy and watch Judge Wapner's People's Court (dun dun dun... dun dun dun), followed by Golden Girls and Polka Dot Door. Papa had emphysema and couldn't really play with me. But he did let me mess with the up-and-down buttons on his home hospital bed.
Nana used to make Mom and I dinner every night. I'd have a little side-dish of frozen peas. I used to pretend they were pills and pop them with my milk. Shut up. She also used to sneak me the second half of the Joe Louis that Mom didn't want me to eat. Nana was English and very proper. She always wanted me to sit with my legs closed - -n hindsight, a good tip. She taught me fun little hand games (like "here's the church, here's the steeple," but better). But she wouldn't let me play in the bird bath - wtf?
Papa died when I was nine. Nana got Alzheimer's shortly afterward and lived in a nursing home. She died when I was in high school. I wish I'd had an adult relationship with them, but no such luck.
I do have another set of pseudo grandparents that are wonderful. But they live far away and I don't get to see them very often.
I have, however, been with Hubby for 10 years. And if there's one good thing about that, it's that I get to benefit from Hubby's THREE awesome sets of grandparents.
Grampa Alan, who always treated me like one of the family. He died a couple of years ago, and sadly, he missed our wedding.
Gran who has a special place in my heart, and Gramps who is about to be 90 and is basically more lively than I am. Actually, not basically, he totally is.
And Nan and Poppy, who are HILARIOUS and sarcastic and so much fun. Nan who loves Bingo, and Pop who loves his Jack and Pepsi. Y'all would really get a kick out of them. They've been together for more than 60 years, and they're as in love as ever.
But Poppy isn't doing well, and he's not going to make it. I'll miss him. I love him. And I'll cherish my many laughs with him.
Grandparents. Something special.