8.16.2004
Another anniversary evening
My mother and father celebrated their 47th anniversary today. Jill was thoughtful enough to have gone to Walmart and picked up a dozen red roses for the occasion. We ventured over to their house this evening where we found Pa eating a bowl of marinated cherries, apples, and grapes. It was an odd sight. Grandma could not quit talking about her recent trip back to Interlochen in Michigan. She spent two summers there, as recently as 52 years ago. "It just doesn’t seem possible," she said.
As we backed away into the night, Pa followed the van down the driveway for a distance. Hundreds of moths fluttered around the overhead lights in the carport, and danced about him. He was dressed in an old green t-shirt that seemed two sizes too big. It made him look a bit too care-worn for my tastes. "Is it hard watching him grow old like that?" asked Jill. "Yes," I answered, "it is."
As we backed away into the night, Pa followed the van down the driveway for a distance. Hundreds of moths fluttered around the overhead lights in the carport, and danced about him. He was dressed in an old green t-shirt that seemed two sizes too big. It made him look a bit too care-worn for my tastes. "Is it hard watching him grow old like that?" asked Jill. "Yes," I answered, "it is."
// posted by HunterByrd @ 8:21 PM 
