As I've mentioned before, I've never been that close to my grandfather. We never really had much common ground and we have very little in common. Lately, however, I find myself talking to him far more often that I used to. It's strange, but given that he's my only living grandparent, I'm happy about it.
Perhaps it's one of those things that happens when people get older. He's in that place where he's close to the end of his life and I think he's looking for meaning. I'm in that place where I feel a little bit orphaned by all the death and loss. Whatever the case, I think I'm going to do my best to enjoy this until it ends.
It's nice when I get chances like this.
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