My boys are lucky with my parents, they're really wonderful grandparents and adore Tom and Joe and, in turn, Tom and Joe adore them. They're the only grandchildren they have so are doted on. I love it that every now and again I get a call from one or the other of them to say that they're getting the bus to see their Nan and Granddad after school rather than coming straight home.
It used to annoy me a little when they were smaller because they used to go there and get spoiled but I soon learned to accept the fact that it's what Grandparents do, it's what my Grandparents used to do after all
My sister and I grew up in a similar situation as the only grandchildren on my Dad's side and the love we received from our Grandparents will never be forgotten. Nan died in 1976 and Granddad in 1984 and I still miss them so much.
I did get some comfort a few years ago though from a friend, C, who is a Medium. Nan always used to cuddle me and she'd say "Ooooh I could eat you!". It's not something I'd ever had the need to tell anyone, it was just a cherished memory, something to smile about whenever I thought about her. I was talking to C the one day about how I wished they could've been around for Tom and Joe, and she said that they were...and then she said "Your Nan says that she could still eat you..." There is no way she could've known that was what Nan used to say to me.
My other Nan was lovely too, she had a lot of us Grandchildren and Great-Grandchildren...but she still spoiled us, everyone was treated the same. A fabulous lady who worked hard all of her life, and it was a difficult life, but who always had a fabulous sense of humour. Happily she was around for the first year or so of Tom's life and she loved him to bits. She was in hospital on and off for the last couple of months of her life so Tom and I used to visit everyday around lunchtime to help her get her lunch and she used to say how much seeing him brightened up her day.
I have vague memories of her husband, my Granddad Bill. He died when I was 3 or 4. He was a big man with a strong Black Country accent and a bristly chin which scratched when he gave me a kiss and he used to scare me but I now know that he was suffering with dementia
He was Nan's second husband. Her first died in an accident during war time. I have a lot of admiration for him now I'm older and I understand that he took on my Nan with her four young children and worked hard everyday to provide for this instant family as well as his own three children (I think his wife had died) and the daughter that they had together. My Mom always called him Dad and talks about him with love and pride.