Grandparents have a special way of teaching us things, even though they are no longer here. Some of these elderly people have outdone everyone else, proving that grandparents are the best!
Some of the people below were reluctant to learn from their older, wiser parents, but that didn’t stop these grandparents. Let’s take a look at those lessons, especially story 5, where Mr. Wilson proves himself smarter than two burly bouncers.
1. My mother-in-law’s twisted game to control our lives from the afterlife
Hello everyone, my name is Jerry, and I need a place to get this off my chest, or you might think I’m the jerk. Anyway, my mother-in-law, Linda, has crossed the line!
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And I can’t express how much she ruined my life, even though she’s dead! I’m still trying to come to terms with it, so let me explain.
Since my wife passed away, it’s just me and my son, Kevin. We don’t exactly live the perfect Pinterest life—our house was a bit messy and dinner was often reheated in the microwave.
As you can probably guess, Linda always had comments to make about how I was doing things and never missed an opportunity to point out how terribly I was raising my child.
After she passed away, Kevin and I sorted through her things at her house. I was relieved, honestly, but my son was distraught.
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Kevin was very close to his grandmother and it affected him a lot. But as he looked around, trying to find memories to keep, he shouted, “Dad! There’s something inside!”
I was busy with other things and didn’t see Kevin find a mysterious box hidden in Linda’s old, beat-up couch. The couch was a monstrosity, tattered and old, but she’d never thrown it away.
So Kevin opened the box and discovered a letter and a bunch of papers that looked like they were legalized .
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Look, I didn’t know any of this at the time, but my mother-in-law had quite the plan . The letter to my son explained that the seemingly legalized papers were meant to test me.
She wanted me to believe that I would inherit a lot of money if I stayed away from Kevin. My mother-in-law told my son to hide the letter and give me the documents without saying anything. But the letter also said that the documents were fake. But of course, I didn’t find out about this little test until much later.
Without the context of the letter, when I first saw the documents, I thought our lives were about to change. I mean, no, I don’t consider myself the best dad in the world and I might be a little too distracted by football. But still.
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I thought I could get the money and take care of Kevin financially while respecting my mother-in-law’s wishes. I swear to you that was my plan when I met with a lawyer to review the documents.
That’s exactly what Linda thought I would do. Worse yet, while I was caught up in this, Kevin felt more alone than ever. My mother-in-law had poisoned his mind against me in that damn letter!
But the worst part is that Linda found a new family for her grandson. The nerve of that woman! She had convinced Denise, a nurse she knew in her retirement home, that I was not a good father.
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Denise and her husband, Miguel, were ready to step in and adopt Kevin if I failed Linda’s twisted test. Finding out all this was like a punch to the gut. Especially since it was already too late.
It’s one thing to think your mother-in-law doesn’t like the way you do things, but it’s another to find out she went to such lengths to keep Kevin away from me. Now I’m trying to make things right with Kevin, to show him that he’s my number one priority, not some inheritance.
I didn’t get any money either, by the way. IT WAS FALSE! All this so Kevin would trust two strangers instead of me!
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But it’s hard. This whole thing has destroyed me because my son has lost his trust in me. Right now, he spends most of his time with Denise and Miguel, who are honestly great people.
But he’s my SON! So, I’m all ears for some friendly advice or just a little support. Or am I wrong to dispute this?
Jerry’s late stepmother had her own ideas for young Kevin’s future, and Robyn was about to discover that her late grandfather had big plans for her too, starting with bees.
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2. A beehive business, a treasure hunt and a lost 17-year-old girl
Hello everyone! My name is Robyn, and this is how I learned to never mistrust my elders again. My grandfather, Archie, recently passed away and his lawyer gathered us all together for the reading of his will.
Grandpa ordered that all his money (we’re talking millions!) be divided equally between my three siblings. But since I’m the youngest and still a minor at 17, I would only be entitled to the old apiary .
For those who don’t know, this is where people raise bees. Anyway, this decision hurt me a lot because I was the one who took care of him in his last years.
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Yet, I was ready to accept it. However, when everyone left, the lawyer asked me to stay.
He said to me, “You are the one your grandfather loved the most. He wanted to keep it a secret from your brothers and sisters. Here, look.”
The lawyer gave me this letter. At the time, I had frankly forgotten about it. I took it home and placed it somewhere near the apiary.
I just wanted to grieve and move on quickly. But one morning changed everything. You see, my parents died when I was little, and I was sent to live with Grandpa and Aunt Daphne, who raised me.
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After my grandfather died, Aunt Daphne took an interest in my business. She thought I was slacking off too much. But it was my last year of college!
She controlled my life too much and ordered me to take care of the beehive like my grandfather had shown me when I was younger.
Honestly, I was more concerned about the upcoming school dance and my crush, Scott, than I was about the bees, so I half-promised to go see the bees the “next day.”
At this point, Aunt Daphne became very emotional, and as a cynical teenager, I had no time to waste . I left her looking sad and rushed to catch the bus.
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The next day, Aunt Daphne redoubled her lecture about my ignoring my responsibilities and, without warning, she punished me!
All this for this beekeeping thing. I argued, I tried to negotiate and I lied about being allergic, but she just told me to get dressed and deal with it.
So I went to tend to the bees, nervous because I hadn’t done it in years. I got stung . But I kept going and something amazing happened.
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In the apiary, I spotted Grandpa’s letter, the one the lawyer had given me, but the envelope had twisted, opening the lid.
I reached inside and discovered it was a hidden map. But so much more! It was a treasure hunt route !
I became very interested. I dropped the chores and followed this map through the woods, ending up at this old cabin, like the ones Grandpa used to tell stories about.
It was surreal to enter a scene from his stories, to feel like he was with me, always laughing and full of life.
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Inside I found a dusty old metal box with another note from him, telling me there was a special treasure for me, but to only open it when my journey was truly over.
Typical Grandpa Archie. He’s teaching me a lesson.
I tried to follow his rule, but after getting seriously lost in the woods with no way out, I panicked and opened the box.
Inside was just a jar of honey and a picture of the two of us. It hit me hard – Grandpa’s real lesson was about hard work and value.
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So I headed home and remembered all of his advice about staying calm and not giving up.
Finally, after a few terrifying moments where I thought I was lost, I found a bridge that led me home.
Aunt Daphne was waiting for me on the porch, worried sick. I rushed into her arms and apologized for everything.
She hugged me, kissed my head and told me that Grandpa always knew I would be okay.
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Today, years later, I am fully responsible for this bee business and I teach my own children what Grandpa taught me.
Looking back, I’m amazed at how much these lessons shaped me.
Robyn learned from her grandfather what treasure truly means, but Hugo was about to discover the meaning of love and sacrifice.
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3. My grandmother’s urn and journal taught me more about life than any other experience.
Hello, online community! You may know my music, so I won’t tell you my real name. But I had a life changing experience that I would like to share.
It happened when I returned to my grandmother Rosemary’s house after she passed away.
It was a place brimming with nostalgia and painful regrets from my childhood that seemed so far removed from the fast-paced life I had created for myself in New York.
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As I entered his old, time-worn house, I was immediately overwhelmed by memories and a profound sense of loss.
I hadn’t returned in time for his funeral, and as I stood there, I couldn’t help but mumble an apology into the silence of the empty rooms.
I was haunted by the pictures around the house, each one reminding me of how horrible I had been to her during her life.
I remembered feeling ashamed of her janitorial work and often dismissing the things she did for me. Today, those memories only make me cringe .
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My heart sank as I remembered the harsh words I had thrown at him and the many times I had prioritized my pride over his love, even going so far as to embarrass him in front of my friends and at important moments like my graduation.
So when one of her neighbors came to give me her urn and a letter, I thought the memory of my selfishness would haunt me forever. She also brought Grandma’s dog, Sunny.
I read his words. It was a plea for his ashes to be scattered in the sea, and I thought it would help, but while he was distracted, his dog accidentally pushed the urn off a table.
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Her ashes were everywhere, but among them I saw a locket. I asked Grandma’s neighbor and she told me that Rosemary had told her:
“Put this in my urn and give it to my grandson. He will understand.”
But I didn’t understand. I barely knew her! I mean, I rejected her a lot. Until I found her diary while searching the attic with Sunny.
Reading her handwritten story, I learned about her childhood in an orphanage, her friendships, and a lost love – a man named Henry. He was the one who gave her the locket.
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Driven by a mad need to discover his past, I set off on a journey with Sunny to find him. Our adventure took us to a coastal town where I met Henry and discovered their unfinished love story.
To sum up: Rosemary rejected his marriage proposal because she considered him a friend, and he was about to leave for London. I may never know exactly how she felt, but I saw a new side of my grandmother.
With these revelations and the scattering of his ashes in the waters near Henry’s house, I felt at peace for the first time since his passing. I forgave myself.
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Since then, I’ve channeled those experiences into my music, creating songs that apologize for my past and honor the love story that never got to live out its days.
Oh, and when Henry passed away, I was there. His ashes were also scattered with Grandma’s. Do you think they’re together now?
This musician had a realization after years of selfishness toward his grandmother, but Martha was about to have a horrible encounter with her estranged granddaughter.
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4. I gave my granddaughter everything I could, but I will never know if it was enough.
Hello everyone. My name is Martha and I need to talk about it. I guess this is the right place to do it.
My granddaughter, Emma, recently got married, and even though we’ve been separated for years, I couldn’t resist going.
Yes, I wasn’t invited, which I understand given our history, but missing this special day for her seemed like my biggest regret.
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The wedding was at a nice hotel, but I stayed outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of him somehow.
Finally, I was noticed. The hotel manager, a polite man, asked me what I was doing and I begged him to let me in. He wouldn’t, of course.
I then begged him to talk to Emma and ask her out. Reluctantly, he agreed and went in. As soon as she arrived, my jaw dropped .
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I had never seen a bride look so beautiful, except for her angry expression. I still tried to make the best of this awkward situation. I complimented her and gave her a small wedding gift that I had brought.
I thought it was time to make up, even if it was just a little.
But her response was cold and hurtful. She asked me why I was there when I was clearly not wanted, and she brought up all our old wounds.
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Here’s why we’re separated:
Years ago, her father needed money to stay out of jail, and Emma begged me to sell my bakery to help pay off his debts. But I refused.
I told her it was all I had left after a life of sacrifice. She saw it as me abandoning her father, choosing money over her freedom.
But that wasn’t it. My bakery wasn’t exactly a million-dollar business. I was starting to live just above poverty to keep it afloat. This was supposed to be Emma’s legacy.
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Unfortunately, her father died in prison a few months later, and Emma pinned the blame on me. She swore she would never speak to me again. And until the wedding, she hadn’t.
So I gave her a little jewelry box as I left that hotel to show her that I would give her the whole world if I could. It was an emerald ring that I had kept for a while. I also wrote her a letter, explaining why I had chosen not to help her father.
It’s a long story, but he was not a good man . He was a terrible boyfriend to my late daughter and a worse father to my granddaughter. Sadly, Emma never saw him.
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And she looked at the jewelry box for a second before saying it was a cheap old thing. That moment only confirmed the depth of her bitterness.
She told me that her father would have been there if it hadn’t been for what I had done and asked me to leave.
I tried to express my sorrow and love for her, but I could see that it was misplaced. So I left the room with a heavy heart.
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I thought about that day over and over again. After the wedding, I fell into a deep depression, and my physical health was also affected… except it was much worse. I went to the hospital and after a series of tests, I was diagnosed with .
Cancer – advanced and terminal.
That’s when I knew I had to change my life. I sold the bakery, even though I had been refusing to do so for years, and planned to leave the proceeds to Emma.
It was my way of trying to make up for it, albeit indirectly. She doesn’t know it, especially not about my illness, and I doubt she cares now, but it was all I had left to give.
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I struggled with this guilt and sadness. I wondered if I should have sold the bakery at the time. Would it have made a difference?
But life is full of these difficult choices, and we live with the consequences. Sharing this here won’t change what happened, but maybe just writing it down will help a little.
I hope I see Emma again before I leave for good .
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Grandma Martha may never be able to reconcile with her granddaughter, but Mr. Wilson was about to outsmart two crazed bouncers.
5. I went to a club on a dare and no one realized who I was
Some people call me Mr. Wilson, and only the few friends I have left call me Luke. It’s hard to get to my age, 70, because you don’t expect to ever get old.
But I did it, and I saw how detached I already was from the lives of young people, so I decided to do something a little bit outside my comfort zone. It was a challenge from my granddaughter.
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I went to a local nightclub called Inferno – a place that literally advertised its “hot nights” with bright neon lights.
Honestly, I didn’t feel like I belonged there at all.
As I approached the entrance, guarded by iron gates and bathed in an eerie neon glow, I was greeted by two young bouncers.
The tallest one, who I later learned was named Liam, didn’t waste a second before snickering and asking for my ID , calling me “Grandpa” in a mocking tone.
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I just smiled and told him that at my age, IDs weren’t necessary anymore. Owen, the other bouncer and the smaller of the two, was quick to joke.
Him: It’s a club. The retirement home is at the end of the street.
Me: Sir, I have the right to come here like everyone else.
Him: I don’t care. Our boss cares about the club’s reputation. Get out of here!
Me: Your boss won’t be happy when he finds out who you didn’t let in.
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Him: Who? The Pope? Don’t even try to come in, you old fart, or I’ll throw you out!
I shake my head, chuckling to myself. If only they knew . They must have seen my smile because the other bouncer moved closer as if he wanted to fight me.
I was ready. I felt young and I was already imagining us fighting. He was trying to kick me and saying something like, “Hey, Grandpa, I have something for you!”
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But the sirens of a passing local police car brought me out of this reverie. So I resumed my professional demeanor and asked them what made this place so exclusive.
They got to the point, boasting about the club’s high standards. To them, I didn’t meet those criteria. They even said there were only reservations, so right there in front of them, I made one on my phone.
They had no more excuses. The look on their faces as I walked past them into the club was priceless. Inside, the place was everything you had imagined and more.
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The air was thick with a mixture of sweat, alcohol, and perfume, strobe lights and lasers crisscrossed the dance floor, and the bass reverberated deeply enough to make my body shake.
However, something was wrong. The smiles seemed too strained, the laughter a little too high-pitched. They were like fireflies , but their light was not warm.
Suddenly, Owen came up to me and sarcastically asked if I was lost. I told him I was just admiring the “stimulating” scenery.
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I walked over to the bar and ordered a straight whiskey. The bartender raised an eyebrow but served me anyway.
With a glass in hand, I toasted the “fireflies,” hoping that these young souls would find some warmth amidst the flashing lights.
The bouncer may have been feeling bold, because he leaned over and subtly warned me that I might be causing trouble without realizing it.
Owen talked about the rules and norms of the club and suggested that people like me could disrupt the atmosphere. At that point, a burly man named Lucho stumbled over, took the whisky from my hand and gulped it down.
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He barely had time to smile before he staggered and collapsed on the spot. Even I was surprised and confused.
Liam pointed at me, accusing me of having some part in Lucho’s sudden fall. I stood my ground. After all, I had only watched a man snatch and drink my drink.
I didn’t notice at the time that Owen had put something in my drink when he leaned over before. But it’s not a big deal.
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Amidst the din, the club owner, Antonio, came rushing in, and it took him a long time to realize who I was. In fact, it was only when I called him Grandson that he finally recognized me.
Yes, it was my grandson’s club, although I was the real owner .
I took this moment to express my disappointment in what he had done to the club. It was supposed to be a place of passion and creativity, not an exclusive playground for the elite.
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I lectured him for a long time because this was not the legacy I wanted to leave behind. Then I told Antonio we were going to have a staff meeting in the morning to change things.
Fortunately, it happened faster than expected and the club has changed a lot.
I returned to Inferno several times afterward to check it out, and my granddaughter, Antonio’s sister Laura, who had initially dared me to go, laughed out loud when I told her all about it.
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But here’s the question: Did I overstep the mark, or was this a necessary shake-up for a place that had lost its way?
Not all of these grandparents could see if their lessons and smart actions helped their grandchildren, but learning what they did can certainly help other people.
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Note: These pieces are inspired by stories from our readers’ everyday lives and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to real names or places is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only.
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