my grandmother just got out of hip surgery and my grandfather’s been ill and bedridden for a long time now. i love going to visit them; each one of them has such intriguing, distinct character. they’re the best people i know.
my grandparents had been informed about my love life by my loud-mouth little brother. it was interesting bringing him up with my grandfather.
“do you love him?”
(i love how blunt we both are. i get this trait from him. we’re comfortable answering (and asking) any question; neither of us are made nervous from things that are honest.)
“that’s good. how do you know?”
“i just do. do you love grandma?”
now, i’ve never really seen my grandparents be intimate or anything. my grandfather would jokingly grab her boob occasionally, but it was because he was a dirty old man. they’ve never discussed being in love or having affection for each other around me.
“codi, i love your grandmother more today than i have ever have since i’ve known her.”
“how do you know? did you love her more when you were young and the romance was new?”
“i loved her differently. it was an impatient, fervent, lustful love. even if you’re both patient people, love can be impatient. honestly codi? i just got lucky. i was a charismatic, smart, good looking guy, so i went for the most attractive woman i’d ever seen.”
“you know, usually that would equate to ending up with a total psycho bitch, popsie.”
“codi. i got lucky. i’m so lucky, codi. you have no idea.”
“how do you love her more now?”
“think of how much you’ve changed over the past four years. your grandmother and i got married when we were your age. think about how much you’re going to change in the next fifty years. you learn to change with a person, to change around them. we just continued liking who each other became. i’ve learned to love her.”
my grandmother walked in and interrupted our conversation, holding an egg salad sandwich on marble rye bread cut into two, diagonally-sliced pieces.
he was lying in his bed that he stays in twenty two hours a day. he unhooked himself from his oxygen tank than he’s been on periodically since his lung collapsed for the second time. he took a bite of his sandwich, smiling,