I grew up with a great family. Extended, church and current family. But my childhood memories always goes back to when my brothers and I were with my grandparents. When I was a child, I lived in Coral Springs, Florida with my parents, Josh and Nick. I was probably five or six years old, Josh was three and Nick was two. Though we were young, the three of us could never forget how much fun we’d had visiting our grandparents everyday. My grandparents lived in this nice suburban home at the time, that was backed up to a canal with iguanas, muscovy ducks and canal fish that lived in it. When you walked into the house, the hallway opened up to this huge open room; first room you saw was the living room that was connected to the dinning room. The ceiling was extremely high and very hard to ever get a balloon back down from it. Trust me, I know.
In the next room was the living room. This room was where I would watch old movies with my grandma, as I help her snap green beans or eat popcorn. The couch sat up against the wall, and the TV stand was on the other side of the room with two bookshelves on each side. On these bookshelves were pictures of all my extended family members that I did or didn’t know at the time. Some of my Uncle Wayne, some of my Aunt Dee as a child in high-school and some were of my parents. Next to the living room was the kitchen, with the coolest bar that light up with green lights. In the kitchen there was this wooden table with four chairs that went around it. Every morning when I or one of my brothers would wake up, there be my grandpa reading his paper and eating a bagel or two with his favorite cream cheese or butter. It was a peaceful sight to see him eating and calmed down before the busy day started.
The kitchen is where all my grandma’s greatest and not so greatest meals were prepared at. She use to make shelled mac and cheese for us, salmon and of course…lima beans. But even still we ate everything she made for us, because if we didn’t; then, we’d sit there all night until we finished our food. In the next few rooms was my grandpa’s office, another bathroom and the guest bedroom where my Aunt lived before she married her husband Dave. My grandpa’s office is where I spent most of my time, because I loved being around my grandpa. He would tell me about his favorite classic muscle cars, goof around with me as I played on the computer and have me sit on his lap while I drew on his desk papers. This is how and why I love muscle cars so much, is because of my grandpa’s influence on me.
Across the hallway from the guest bedroom was Pop Pop’s room, when he was alive at the time. I never went in there, so I don’t fully remember what it looked like. All I remember was Pop had a daily routine and that’s probably where I got that idea to do one myself. Next to Pop Pop’s room was my grandparent’s room. If you ever wanted to know how neat and tidy my grandpa was before he got sick, just look at his side of the room. Everything was organized, dust-free and stacked neatly; even his side of the bathroom was clean all the time. My grandma’s side was neat as well, but it didn’t top grandpa’s neatness.
Back then, being with my grandparents wasn’t so bad, because I was a child. Unfortunately, my grandpa was a heavy drinker and he did yell all the time when he was drunk, but I forgive him for that. I forgive my grandma for things she did to me an my brothers as well. Like making us sit and watch TBN with her in the mornings or spanking us with wooden spoons. Our childhood was great with them. We fished in the canal, we hunted for knolls in the open patio and shed and went grocery shopping to Publix. All these memories of this house and my grandparents will never leave me, even if and when my grandpa passes. My brothers and I will always remember the times we spent with them in Coral Springs, and how we grew up with them. I honestly want that time back, so I can see my grandpa and grandma happy again, before everyone passed away and before we moved away.
It’s hard being fourteen hours away and not being able to hug your grandpa and grandma; sit down and tell them all the things they missed over the years and how much they you missed them being in your life. Now, your grandpa is very sick, and only has a certain amount of time to live until he passes. Our grandpa may of not been the greatest person, but I and my brothers learned a lot from him. If only God could turn back time, and I could be in his office again playing on that computer, or rough housing with my brothers in the second living room. Just anything to bring back my grandpa again would be nice. But alas, time has passed away from those great memories, and I am now twenty-two years old, Josh is twenty and Nick is seventeen. We’re not the children that spent time with our grandparents anymore, we’re all grown-up and live in a different state and lives.
Josh and I got to see our grandpa and grandma two weeks ago, but I fear that isn’t enough since my grandparents have been out of our lives for so long. They forgot who we were, and what we do with our lives now. Same goes with my aunt and my uncle. We’ve been away from them, disconnected from them, that they forgot us. Being with all of them for just a week didn’t really help; I wanted more time to being with my family. But, we had other obligations back home to deal with. So, I hope, one day, we can all go to Florida and be with my family before it’s too late. Because I don’t want to waste time to be with my family ever again.