Forgotten Short Story

Forgotten Every person has stories to tell. Some about a war they fought in, some about life back in the olden days or simply just about their lives when they were younger. These people are our grandparents and maybe even our great grandparents. For me it was my great grandad. He always had a story to tell but, a lot of the time I didn’t care enough to listen to what he had to say. By the time I realized what I had missed out on, it was to late; he was gone.

It was our last Christmas dinner with great grandad.This one was actually held at grandmother’s and granddad’s up in BV. At that point in his life he looked poor in health. He always had an oxygen tank with him. The hose for the oxygen wrapped around his ears and went up his nose. …show more content…
I just happened to be sitting next to great grandad when I was tapping way on my kindle. I didn’t even realize he was talking to me till mom gave me one of her unnerving mom looks. I smiled innocently to try and get out of the trouble i was almost in so i looked up at great grandad. Surprisingly, he smiled back and asked me what i was doing there. I answered that I was playing piano tiles on my kindle as well as looking into some books I would like to read. Great grandad then started to tell me about when he was young, all he and his friends had to play with was their imagination, sticks, rocks and whatever else they could find. I didn’t care to listen past that point. In the back of my mind I was thinking, oh great here he goes again. He has told this story a lot of times. But I smiled and nodded my head, pretending to listen. Little did I know that was the last story I would get to hear from …show more content…
It was selfish of me but I felt relieved. No more family members asking me what my future plans are, how school is going, and the normal life catching up questions. There was no more Evan to annoy me, no more anything to make me feel jealous. Looking back on it, I was and am still a selfish brat to feel like that. I was such a fool. On our drive back, mom looked pissed.. She also stated it vary clearly. She didn’t like that great grandad had said that this was probably his last Christmas and last time to see all his family. What he said unnerved her. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that great grandad was preparing to die in a sense. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it either. I was confused by mom’s feeling and what great grandad said. So in my young mind, I wrote it off as drama that I didn’t care to deal