My sweet Grandpops and I spent a few hours together today. Mimi went to her duplicate bridge group, and I was there to make lunch for Grandpops and supervise his cutting back the roses.
Today was a good day for Grandpops. A strong day mentally and physically. So much so that he spent an entire hour on his knees cutting back rose bushes. I was very proud of him, and it seemed as though he enjoyed the quiet work in the sun.
As his physical body continues to fail, and dementia persists in conquering his mind, each new day rides in on waves of uncertainty. Grandpops knows what it is to take life one day at a time. To basque in the simplest of joys. A good lunch, working with his hands, the warm October sun, and silence.
