He didn’t know anyone else could hear him.
Sitting at the dining room table finishing lunch, Grandma pressed the last few Cheese It crumbs to her fingers and licking them clean pushed her napkin gently to one side of her plate. Grandpa leaned in close and said, “Ann, I want to make sure you’re listening…are you listening?”
Although lately she was not as conversational or aware as she once was, her response seemed quite steady and alert. “Yes,” was all she said.
“I’m going to take care of you…even if you don’t remember some things,..well, a lot of things. I love you. Can you remember that?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll remember?”
“I love you too,” she said.
I was sad and touched and completely amazed by the persistence of love…despite the pushing and prodding from time…
As daunting as growing older seems to be…I want to believe that love is the light that turns on every now and then-- helping you remember, helping you see…