It’s Tuesday.
With how often we talk these days, I almost never have anything new to tell him – I guess that’s a good thing. Even if that means that we sit in silence sometimes. Besides, I share a lot of things on Facebook and he’s always quick to react.
He ate a slider for dinner tonight – per his finally-unrestricted-diet request. I twisted his orange soda open and made sure his straw was in it.
We watched The Valachi Papers and talked about the only two books he’s ever read that he couldn’t put down. I guess he wasn’t very much the read-for-pleasure type. Now that I know that, I like to think that’s where I get it from.
It’s funny – I’ve heard so many of his stories enough times that I can almost recite them.
But these were new.
He joked that we thought a lot alike and any time he was searching for a word that didn’t come to mind, he would point to me and yell “Well, c’mon! What am I thinking?”
I really only managed to figure out the word a couple of times, but we laughed and he feigned being super impressed.
I propped my oldest daughter’s basketball picture up against one of the few frames he had on the shelves at the foot of his bed and we talked about how he liked the place. I could tell that ‘like’ was too strong a word, but they treated him well and that was good enough for both of us. Mostly me.
I hate to leave, but visiting hours are up. I’ll call tomorrow.
*I’ve just really been missing my Grandpa and this was something I jotted down in the car after my last visit with him back in April of 2019.