Putting on weight?
I know my family keeps secrets and doesn’t talk to eachother about a lot of things, but to be told by my Grandpa this morning that it looked like I’d put on a bit of weight, I was a little surprised.
I mean, I know he knows about the baby, I’ve told him, Tony’s told him and Phoebe’s told everybody, but when I reminded him again this morning, he just nodded and said, “that’s grand, a new life”. I think my Grandpa is getting to that age where I really don’t want to think about, let alone contemplate, what the next step for him will be.
My Nana says that he’s growing younger. She doesn’t mean this in a complimentary way. She means it as in “He’s losing his mind and growing bck into a child. His favourite time is the hours or minutes spent with 9 year old Phoebe, and even she is growing older than he”
I know she’s little patience for him. I know in her shoes, I may even be the same, but this makes me really sad. Actually, no, I take that back. I’d not be the same in her shoes, as I love Tony and my Grandparents haven’t felt like that about eachother for many many many years. There’s a lot of dislike and distrust there now.
It still makes me sad though. I don’t want to see this man grow old. I mean, I know he’s old, he’s always been old to me (hasn’t every grandparent to every child?) but not that old. Not in that way. I just can’t allow myself to think in that direction.