{"id":60524,"date":"2025-05-22T17:08:14","date_gmt":"2025-05-22T17:08:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=60524"},"modified":"2025-05-22T17:08:15","modified_gmt":"2025-05-22T17:08:15","slug":"my-grandma","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=60524","title":{"rendered":"MY GRANDMA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"512\" height=\"640\" src=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-527.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-60525\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-527.png 512w, https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/image-527-240x300.png 240w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Every night at 7:00, Grandma Ina pours a glass of wine\u2014same goblet, same chair, no exceptions. Tornado warning? She pours it. Birthday party? Still pours it. At 105, she\u2019s sharp, stubborn, and still watching me like a hawk over that glass. Last night, I finally asked why. She paused, lowered the goblet, and whispered, \u201cBecause it reminds me I survived.\u201d That sip wasn\u2019t habit\u2014it was memory. A quiet, sacred ritual of resilience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Grandma Ina leaned back, eyes distant. \u201cYou won\u2019t like this,\u201d she said softly. \u201cWhen I was your age, I had dreams\u2014and Henry.\u201d She paused, her fingers trembling. \u201cBut Henry drank. He changed. One night, he hit me.\u201d Her voice faltered. \u201cI stayed for Sam. I drank too\u2014wine, every night. Not to enjoy, but to forget.\u201d I sat in silence, heart aching. \u201cEven now, I sip it. Not out of need, but remembrance. It reminds me I survived.\u201d I whispered, \u201cYou don\u2019t need it anymore.\u201d She smiled gently. \u201cMaybe not. But it\u2019s part of my story. And we all need our stories.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=60438\">also read&#8230;.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every night at 7:00, Grandma Ina pours a glass of wine\u2014same goblet, same chair, no exceptions. Tornado warning? She pours it. Birthday party? Still pours it. At&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":60525,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60524"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=60524"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60524\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":60526,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60524\/revisions\/60526"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/60525"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=60524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=60524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=60524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}