|Meeting his tenth great grandchild. Note ghost of smile.|
What I wish I understood - and maybe I understand better than I care to admit - is why Grandpa had given up. Yes, he had the wind knocked out of him six years ago when my grandmother died. But he had two devoted children, a caring community he lived in, and a warm, saintly friend - Angel Arlene - who visited him, listened to him, cosseted him, and brought warmth, hope and life into his dark corner. Grandpa, there is so much life, so much whackness, so many curious, wonderful things - if you are somewhat healthy - and he was - we think - then why not get out and gawk, at least?
|Gratuitous shot of charming four month old who wouldn't sleep|