My Grandad's Butter Knife

Jan 17, 2016 21:05

When I arrived to stay with my Grandad, after he got sick, he was chopping vegetables with a butter knife.

I almost asked him why, but after a moment's consideration I realised I already knew.


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thanks nickup January 17 2016, 22:23:53 UTC
for reminding me of my grandad, he was very similiar in outlook, I should remember him more often (the only member of my family that I can remember and want to)

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spiralflames January 18 2016, 05:16:07 UTC
lovely tribute <3

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world_rim_walke January 18 2016, 16:14:08 UTC
Heartwarming. Thanks for sharing.

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Thanks, lovely! emanix March 10 2016, 17:43:01 UTC
Aww, thanks. And yes, my Grandad was not a man who was effusive with his praise, but he did on at least one day hug me and say 'I'm glad you're here', and that was enough.

I'm glad you enjoyed the reading - and I love coming back here too. Makes me feel just a little bit like he's still with us. <3

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RE: Thanks, lovely! anonymous January 23 2018, 19:31:47 UTC
Thank you so much for this beautiful story. My dad was like your grandad, he could make anything. We are very privileged to have inherited some of these skills and the same mindset. This has inspired me to do more. I will be a grandmother for the first time any day now and hope I can pass it on to the next generation.

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anonymous January 23 2018, 19:43:29 UTC
Thank You for writing this! Touching ❤️

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