an evening with grandpa

Something happened to my family on Friday .. in a way that I was asked by my mom to handle my grandfather’s dinner that night. Not a problem for me as I am quite free on Friday evening. Hence, Emily & I bought some nice dinner for him that night.

You see, my grandpa is already 90 years old, and he has some problem with his hearing / memory. Speaking to him is as hard as finding a highly paid job in a remote village. So, it doesn’t take a genius to guess how our conversation would turn out :

Grandpa : *smile*

Me : “Hi grandpa. It’s me… Michael.”

Grandpa : “What ?”

Me : “It’s me … Michael. I’m in charge of your dinner tonight. I bought u something nice” *wink*

Grandpa : “Oh.. you brought me dinner. How nice.”

Me : “Yeah. Mom fell and hurt herself very badly on her chin. She couldn’t come so .. I brought your dinner”

Grandpa : “Your mom ? Who’s your mom ?”

Me : “My mom… your daughter … Karen…”

Grandpa : “Oh.. is she ok ? Where is she now ?”

Me : “She’s fine. Just some bruise and now at my sis’ place”

Grandpa : “She’s at home ?”

Me : “Noo.. she’s at my sister’s place”

Grandpa :”Where’s your sister’s place ?”

Me : “Island glades … remember the place ?”

Grandpa : “Oh, I remember. So, she’s fine ?”

Me : “Yeah… she’s fine. She wanted to stay there and will be back at my place tomorrow”

Grandpa : “And where’s your place ?”

Me : “I live in Minden Heights… you forgot meh ?”

Grandpa : *puzzled look*

Me : “Alright .. the place near that university.. remember ?”

Grandpa : “Ohhh … that new apartment. I remember now. So … then… you’re Karen’s son ?”

Me : “Yeah … that’s what I’ve told you .. grandpa…”

Grandpa : *smacks head* “Ahaks ! I’m old already .. can’t remember things properly. I think I have a brain damage” *cackles*

Me : “No, grandpa. You’re doing fine. At least you remembered now .. right ?”

Grandpa : “Hahhah. You looked so handsome now … that’s why I can’t recognize you” [note: I did not make this up]

Me : “Naaaww.. grandpa. It has always been like this .. it’s just that you didn’t quite notice my good looks earlier.. ehehehehh”

Grandpa : “So, where’s your mom ?”

Me : *feet in the air*

The process repeats for dunno how many times. 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. I think he’s just feigning it. You know why ? It’s because after our dinner, he began to tell stories about his younger days … about how he endured his hardship when he was at my age. Bla bla bla. And those experiences happened almost 60 over years ago … If you ask me, I would say that old dude have better memory than I do.

Anyway, Friday night’s experience was a pleasant one. And I’m glad that my grandfather had a great time with us (me / Emily).