“We could go get food. We could go to a movie. We could go bowling. Or shoot people. Or run over pedestrians who don’t use the crosswalk. It’s all up to you, really.”—Me, when my dad asked what we should do for father’s day
is spending time with my grandparents. I laugh harder with them than I do anyone. Namely, because I’m just as ornery as my Papa is.
I love spending summer nights with him. We watch King of the Hill when it comes on real late and watch all the deer and their babies come up to the feeder. I always get him to tell me a bit of family history or, if I’m lucky, a Vietnam story.
We refill hummingbird feeders. And tonight’s lessons consisted of how to make proper hummingbird food,my Native American lineage, and the proper shutter speed on his old camera.
I am never so blissful or so at ease as I am with him.
I did the dishes and took care of the feeders for him the past 2 days and he folded all of the towels for me tonight after he got back from Dallas. When I told him that he didn’t have to, he told me “You help me, I help you. It’s no big deal.”
I try to hang on to every word and soak it in because I know that every word is a lesson. Lessons for now. Lessons for later.