Letters to Grandfather

A semi-autobiographical story. Sarah Phillips's grandfather has just passed away. She copes with the loss by writing in a diary like she is writing to him.


8. 1 October 2013

Dear Grandad,

It’s half past twelve in the afternoon, I’m in the university’s atrium, munching on a sandwich while I’m writing.  Some of the students are up on ladders putting up decorations of fake spider’s webs, spiders and bats.  A definite sign that Halloween is getting closer and closer. And not only that, the supermarkets started selling pumpkins and other Halloween items since round about the middle of next month.  And Christmas sweets!  I understand if they started selling those at the beginning of November, but really!  Any excuse to make money, eh?  I know you would have made a similar comment, Grandad.

There’s a Halloween competition on the writer’s social networking site that I’m a member of.  The prize is a big box of sweets.  I’ll think I’ll join just for the fun of it, and if I win it’ll make it just that much sweeter.  No pun intended.

By the way, Regina called me after class.  We’ll be having coffee at Starbucks; well, she’ll be having coffee and I’ll be having hot chocolate.

It’s about time for me to go to my next class.  I’ll write again later tonight.




I’m at home right now; been home since about four o’clock.

Anyway, at Starbucks, I told Regina about the entry I wrote on my feelings about not having had a relationship.  I also told her about some others things I didn’t write about, like my worries about the “dating scene” as we call it now.  She recommended ForLove.com. It’s completely free to use so I thought I’d give it a try, though I did wonder if it was too soon for me to try anything like this.  “You won’t know until you try,” was all Regina said.

I registered on the website

I got quite a few hits just after registering; but so far no one has really caught my eye.  I’ve had quite a few older men state their interest, but I’m not comfortable with dating men who are more than five years older than me.

My profile is quite detailed.  I’ve only given my first name and not my last name, and listed my occupation as a student; the rest is what my friends would describe me as and a bit about my hobbies and what I like doing when I’m not in class.

Well, that’s all for today, I think.  I’ll writing again soon.




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