March 21, 2004

an evening with grandpa

I was asked by my mom to bring grandpa for dinner last Friday. Not a problem for me as I was quite free that night so, I happily obliged.

We (Emily and I) decided to buy him to something nice. But before that, I had to get past the first obstacle when dealing with my senile grandfather – to convince the old man that I am not some crook trying to abduct him. You see, he’s already 90. He has some serious hearing problems and he couldn’t remember how many kids he has, let alone grandkids. So, you can imagine how it was for me.

Grandpa : *smile*

Me : “HI GRANDPA. IT’S ME… MICHAEL” [I had to speak very very loud because of his hearing problem]

Grandpa : “WHAT?” [He is loud because he could hardly hear himself talking]

Me : “IT’S ME… MICHAEL. I WILL BE IN CHARGE OF YOUR DINNER TONIGHT. I BOUGHT YOU SOMETHING NICE.” *wink*

Grandpa : “OH… YOU BROUGHT ME DINNER. HOW NICE OF YOU, whoever you are.”

Me : “YEAH. MOM HAD A FALL AND HURT HERSELF PRETTY BAD ON THE CHIN. SHE COULDN’T COME TONIGHT SO SHE SENT ME” *smile*

Grandpa : “YOUR MOM… DO I KNOW YOUR MOM?”

Me : “MY MOM IS YOUR DAUGHTER, GRANDPA. HER NAME’S KAREN.”

Grandpa : “OH MY, IS SHE OK? WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Me : “SHE’S FINE. JUST A SMALL BRUISE AND NOW RECUPERATING AT MY SISTER’S HOME”

Grandpa : “SHE’S AT HOME?”

Me : “NO, MY SISTER’S HOME”

Grandpa :”WHERE IS THAT PLACE?”

Me : “JUST A FEW STREETS AWAY, RIGHT OVER THERE, REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : “OH YEAH I REMEMBER. SO, YOUR MOM’S FINE?”

Me : “YES, SHE IS. SHE JUST WANTED TO STAY OVER FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN SHE’LL BE BACK TO MY PLACE.”

Grandpa : “AND WHERE DO YOU LIVE?”

Me : “I LIVE IN [location], DO YOU REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : *puzzled look*

Me : “THE PLACE NEAR THE UNIVERSITY, REMEMBER?”

Grandpa : “OHH, THAT NEW APARTMENT. I REMEMBER NOW. SO, YOU MUST BE KAREN’S SON?”

Me : “THAT’S WHAT I TOLD YOU, GRANDPA. YES I AM.” *wink*

Grandpa : *smacks head* “AHAKS! FORGIVE ME, AS I AM A VERY OLD MAN NOW… MY MEMORY IS FAILING. I MAY EVEN HAVE A BRAIN DAMAGE, HAHAHHH”

Me : “YOU’RE JUST FINE, GRANDPA. AT LEAST YOU REMEMBER ME NOW, RIGHT?”

Grandpa : “HAHAH, AND WOW, YOU’VE GROWN UP TO SUCH A GOOD LOOKING MAN NOW. THAT’S WHY I CAN’T RECOGNIZE YOU…” [note: I did not make this up]

Me : “NAAAAW GRANDPA, I ALWAYS LOOKED GOOD, HAHAH”

Grandpa : “HAHAH RIGHT RIGHT. SO WHERE’S YOUR MOM?”

Me : *feet in the air*

The process would repeat for countless of cycles. And I had to answer him the same thing over and over again.

But then, ironically, my grandfather isn’t as forgetful as he always claimed to be. I think he’s just feigning it. You know why? It’s because after our dinner, he started to tell us stories about his heydays… about how he endured his hardship when he was at my age. Bla bla bla. And those events took place like, over 60 years ago… If you ask me, I would say that old dude has a better memory than I do.

Anyway, that Friday night’s experience was a pleasant one. And I am glad that my grandfather enjoyed the evening telling us stories.

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