Grandfolks

I have a fun relationship with my grandma. I like to tease her, she likes to tease me back. We like to talk on the phone Monday nights to recap the Bachelor together, she also asks me everytime I am on the phone with her if I can see her since she watched me use FaceTime once. I picked her up to take her to watch the Super Bowl at my parents house, she told me she wished one of my sisters would have picked her up instead and I am the worst driver in the world. I have a necklace my dad, Michael gave my mom that hangs on my rear-view mirror. My grandma asked where I got it. I told her that a few summers back a few friends and myself went deep-sea diving and found it on a shipwrecked passenger ship from the late 1800's. "Ashlynn Bronson you are so full of shit, do you stay awake at night thinking up things to trick me?"was her response.

The weekend before thanksgiving in 2011 I was five months pregnant. My mom told me that I needed to tell my grandparents I was pregnant since everyone else in the family knew. I nervously went over with my ultrasound picture to tell them. My grandma for good reason told me that I "was full of shit and trying to trick her." My grandpa looked at me, smiled, and said, "she is telling the truth and we are happy for her."

That night my grandpa was really serious when he told me that it all made sense now. He had been having dreams about a grand baby sending him back to heaven, no one was pregnant besides me so it finally made sense to him. I brushed that comment off because I didn't want to picture my grandpa dying.

A little over four months after Boston was born my grandpa left this earth. He got sick and went downhill so rapid. His last days he didn't want me, he didn't know who my mom was or who my grandma was; he wanted baby Boston, and his dreams finally made sense. I am so happy that he was able to meet her and she was able to give him comfort. I'm so happy that I have had such great examples for grandparents, they would do anything for anyone. I love that my grandpa could never remember Boston's name and he would call her "Denver" or "Chicago" and wished I would have named her Lewiston or Cornish since it would be easier to remember. and that my grandma calls her 'Sophia' (her middld name) because she just doesn't like the name Boston. I am so happy that he was able to stand in the circle when my dad blessed Boston in our church. I'm glad that at 85, and when he could hardly walk, my grandpa said he was going to "go give mike a beating," when Boston's dad wasn't being nice to me:

I wish I would I have not taken him for granted. I miss him today. I bet he would have loved Boston so much. I will always be so proud to be John and Darlene Kings granddaughter. Boston has wonderful grandparents and so do I.

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Ashlynn&Boston BRONSON