A good story...
This past weekend, I talked with many friends and relatives about my Grandfather, and I've been telling them all the same story. A few months ago, Grandpa moved into the Lexington apartments in Ventura to be close to Grandma. After a long morning of moving his belongings, he and I were alone in the apartment. He gradually told me where he would like things placed - a trashcan, a phone, the laundry basket. Then, as if it had been an injustice that the subject hadn't been addressed already, he asked quite loudly, "Now, when do I get to see my wife?!?"
Taken by his enthusiasm, I replied, "Right Now!" Moments later we took the journey over to see Grandma. Upon entering the room, he threw both hands up off his cane and with a loud yell, greeted her with "Hello Honey!" I loved it. When I told my wife how much enthusiasm he had for my Grandmother after 60 years of marriage, her eyes welled up.
I only knew Grandpa for a fraction of his life, but, he was still able to impress upon me the care and love he felt for me and his family. Grandpa was constantly inquisitive. From the age of a small child, up until last month, everytime I saw him, Grandpa would ask about my life. He was a great listener, focusing on the most minute detail, showing great care and concern for my progress through life.
I am so happy that he was a factor in my life. I am grateful that he came to my wedding (even though he heckled me during my vows). He was a great man, and I miss him dearly. Close