Did your Grandparents love you?

Alizerine said:
The only grandparent I got to know was my father's father. (The others had passed on) He lived with us until he died when I was ten. The word "love" was not mentioned in our house and hugs hadn't yet been invented. But he would sing a song, if not to us, at least in our presence. He would take us, the three youngest grandchildren for a day at Coney Island or the Bronx Zoo when he was in his eighties. That was special.
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Hugs hadnā€™t been invented yet.
That sounds like our house.šŸ¤Ŗ
Being vulnerable was a sign of weakness.
 

Alizerine said:
The only grandparent I got to know was my father's father. (The others had passed on) He lived with us until he died when I was ten. The word "love" was not mentioned in our house and hugs hadn't yet been invented. But he would sing a song, if not to us, at least in our presence. He would take us, the three youngest grandchildren for a day at Coney Island or the Bronx Zoo when he was in his eighties. That was special.
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What a lovely remembrance @Alizerine
Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.
 
Mine all passed away prior to my birth BUT mother's sister and her husband both loved me without any doubt and me in return also. I had 2 favorite uncles one German and fought in WW2 for Germany the other American and he fought for the US they were the best of friends and people especially to me plus a real riot to be around when they were together. They fussed playfully a lot when together...
Hans- German 12th SS
Jim- American artillery
Both married to my mother's sisters.
 

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My maternal grandparents were wonderful and loving. I spent a lot of time with them playing cards, taking walks and my grandma making my favorite meals.

My paternal grandmother didnā€™t like kids and the first time she ever kissed me was when I was 18 and moving away and it felt creepy. My grandfather would occasionally talk to me or have me sit on his lap.
 
My paternal grandfather loved me. Every time I would visit he would give me a 50 cent piece, and when he used to paint houses after he retired he would take me with him. My paternal grandmother (his wife) was a hateful woman who disliked my mother so she was nasty to me as well. She used to sit me on her lap as a child and tell me how I was going to die in a war.

I only knew my maternal grandmother for a brief time because she passed away when I was a child. I know she loved me. My paternal grandfather married a woman 20 years younger. She was a wonderful woman but I wasn't a blood relative. My paternal grandfather loved me. When I would visit him we would take walks together.

I'm not sure either of my grandfathers actually knew I was gay. They may have very well reacted differently, but they loved me for who I was as a person so I'm good with that.
 
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