Unfiltered Story #301064

I had a wonderful grandma who lived well up to 91. During this time, I only knew her as a widow, since grandpa suddenly died from a heart attack at age 64, years before I was born. But I always loved visiting her.

She always gave us treats, and was overall very kind, yet with a wonderful no-nonsense spirit which seemed to fit her rural life. Even when I was over 18, we still had this conversation from time to time.

Grandma: ‘[My name], do you want another biscuit?’

Me: ‘Oh, thanks, grandma.’

Grandma: ‘Yeah, you still have to grow from it.’

This is a common Dutch expression, mainly used at kids and young people, but I took it quite literally, back then. So one time, I answered:

Me: ‘I’m 18, grandma. I won’t grow anymore.’

Grandma: ‘Maybe not in length, but you could still use some growth broadwise.’

My mum: ‘That doesn’t mean anything, mum. Dad also didn’t look like someone who’d you think would get heart problems.’

Now I’m 33. My grandma passed away when I was 22 and I’m sorry my wife never met her. And despite all the efforst, I am still skinny and underweight, but apparently with a very healthy heart.