In a post more serious than the forum probably deserves, I do feel lucky.
I only had two grandparents live long enough to be registered in my memory.
One was… well, I’ll say it, a harridan. NOTHING was good enough for her, my father (her son), my mother (not good enough which she’d say to her Face in front of us!), the home my father worked extra hard to provide for her, myself, my brother, life, the universe and everything else. She was a profoundly unhappy and angry woman.
My paternal grandfather, in the words of Gilbert and Sullivan, “there are the remains of a fine [man] about” him. In the sense that I could see much of what made him loved by my mother and uncle. But… he had been married for years (his wife, my grandmother, died shortly after I was born) to a very, Very controlling woman, who was, frankly, mad. And diagnosed as such. My mother and uncle worked very hard to reach him, but he seemed too tired to try to either get away from her, or deny her.
The last straw for my mom was when he, at his wife’s insistence, didn’t come to my wedding, the oldest (and first to be married) of his three grandchildren. They almost didn’t talk for the years prior to his death.
So, yes, enough about me, it’s not my thread.
I just wanted to point out that having a grandmother / mother / aged female parental figure who I could laugh with (maaaaybe occasionally at
), and who was despite various hard times and trials, concentrating on having and being fun, well, that would be extremely pleasant!
They don’t know how good they have it.