So we're sitting around the table, and Dad's talking about Grandpa working too hard around the house. Let's hear it from them, kay?
Dad: So I went to check on Pop, and he was on all fours. He couldn't get up! Wait, let me rephrase. He couldn't stand up. [inappropriate]
Grampa: *chuckling* No, you were right the first time - hah!
Everyone over 50 proceeds to crack up, while I put my head down on the table in feigned embarrassment. But come on, who expects to hear that from the folks over 80? Joyce told me it's his way of coping with the inevitable changes of aging. Why not mock it yourself, have a good laugh at life? FanTAStic attitude. I'm just not there yet. Still, I kinda want to remember this forever.
Next glorious story, and my favorite:
Nic spent a day and night at Grandma and Grandpa's without any of the rest of us there. He was messing on the computer while they were in the family room watching the Lawrence Welk show on PBS. They love that show. Nic passed by the room and noticed that neither were in their chairs. That was curious, and maybe a bad sign, so he entered the room cautiously. Lo and behold, Grampa heard a song he liked, so asked Gramma to dance, and they were jitterbugging around the living room! Nic watched for a few moments, then went to get his camera. He managed to snap 3 shots before they even noticed he was there!
Can you imagine being so happy and spontaneous after SIXTY-FIVE years of marriage, six kids, a miscarriage, some strokes, and generally working your ass of for most of your life, that you would be ballroom dancing around your living room, so taken with the fun of it that you don't even notice when someone else is there? I tear up now just thinking about it, them, how wonderful they are, how lucky they are, how crazy, honest, carpe diem-y, silly, bizarre, and lovable they are.
GUSH.
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