My Grandma (see the previous post) is in the hospital--don't worry, nothing too serious. I have loved watching my grandparents interact over the past few years as I chauffeured one to visit the other in the hospital.
Grandma will get all dolled up beforehand and then inch her way close to Grandpa's hospital bed and hold his hand.
Grandpa will put on his best hat like he's going courting (he's made many nurses swoon). He'll march or roll right into her room and then stand, sit, stand. He'll cringe at some of Grandma's often-played, slightly crude jokes, then tease her about it and laugh at himself. He plays footsies with her or runs his fingers through her hair (sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn't). Sometimes she'll smile at him sweetly with an expression that says "Oh it's you." Sometimes one or the other will burst into song (which for those who really know me, may sound familiar). They tell their favorite stories: Grandma will tell them in her innocent, somewhat squeaky storytelling voice; while Grandpa's stories come out slow like molasses at first then pick up speed and animation as he really gets going.
The Priest who came to bless and pray for Grandma today said Grandma and Grandpa Jones set a new record. The previous record-holders had only been married for 64 years. As he was leaving he said, "This room is where the wisdom lies, Alyssa."
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