Thank you to my Grandmas'

Thank you to my Grandmas'

A Story by Virtue Jackson

Thoughts about family and life while sick in bed.

Quietly taking comfort under the warmth of a blue and silver shawl, head splitting open and phlegm building in the back of my throat.
Illness. Cold, painful, radiating, miserable. Illness.
Most days I curse my life with a painful heart; sadness and despair for lifetimes at the hands of my 'loving grandmother'.

Today however, I smile with warmth through the new layers of misery I find myself in as the head cold weighs down my mind and body.
Two warm blankets older than my eldest siblings keep me company. One peach and white in classic knitted stripes; the other a bright yellow sun with a smiling face. Through each they've held me close, keeping away monsters under the bed, drying my tears after each rock bottom. Keeping my spouse warm as I go about my winter days.

The secret is all three comforts come from somewhere else, someone else's grandma.
And their warmth of comfort is pure, stretching lazily across decades onto my achy chest. A real grandmother's real love knows no limits, only new heights.

© 2017 Virtue Jackson

Author's Note

Virtue Jackson
Sick in bed.

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Added on December 29, 2017
Last Updated on December 29, 2017
Tags: Daily life, Thank you, blanket, shawl, scarf, warmth, comfort, rest, illness, sick, cold, family, family ties, grandma


Virtue Jackson
Virtue Jackson


"Young by years, Decent sight, Greys grow long, Limbal rings fade to white." Writing was a favorite of mine as a kid who greatly enjoyed being an introvert at times. I had a hard life and live w.. more..