Elizabeth's Journal

Entry Two

Sept. 27, 2018

Well at the moment my dear brother is getting the scolding of his life downstairs, so I figured this would be an excellent time to write a story. With dear brother's disconsolate moans seeping into my bedroom, I shall begin my tale.

This story is true, and happened to my grandpa John. This one might be short because I won't add anything that isn't true, or that I don't know is true. Dear friends,(in a whisper voice) you can skip this if you want, you have heard this one. You know who you are.

First of all, a little shout out to grandpa John! He is ninety-four years old, and still one of the coolest people I know. Also the sponsor of our little story here. Yay grandpa John!

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So, several years ago, before I was born, great grandpa John broke his hip and moved in with my grandpa John . He was probably ninety at the time. He was too old to live by himself anymore since his wife passed, and grandpa John had a big house, so it was a perfect fit. He needed to have someone around in case something like that happened again.

One day, grandpa John heard great grandpa John talking to someone and laughing in the living room. He walked in to see who he was talking to, but there was no one there.

"Who are ya talkin' to, dad?"

"Her" he pointed to the corner of the room, "that little girl there."

"There isn't anybody there."

"Well she's standing right there!"

But there was no one there, so grandpa assumed that his dad was seeing things, after all, he was close to ninety-five at the time.

When great grandpa John was about ninety-six, he was put in a nursing home, and he stayed there until he passed away at the age of 100.

Many years later, and my grandma Imogene was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. I remember how, from time to time, she would get lost in her own home, or forget who I was. It made me sad, and I was young, so at first I didn't understand what was happening. Why wouldn't grandma recognize me? What was wrong?

Well, one night, grandpa John heard grandma giggling in the living room, so he went in to check on her.

"Who ya talkin' to, Imogene?"

"That little girl in the corner, can't you see her"

"Imogene, honey, there's nobody there"

"Well yes there is, John, right there!"

Grandma was upset, but there was no little girl, none that grandpa could see. He assumed that she was seeing things, which upset him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Another time, the two of them were eating supper, when grandma got upset.

"John, you forgot to set out another plate."

"What do you mean, we're the only one's here."

"No, you need to set out a plate for the little girl."

"What little girl?"

"That one right there! The one that has been running around the house all day. Go get her a plate."

A few months after that, grandma Imogene was put into a nursing home. Her condition kept getting worse and she passed away in 2012. I still wonder about the little girl who stands in the corner of my grandpa's house, and if she is really there, or if she is just a coincidence.