“It is just so sad.”
“I am just so sad.”
I spoke into the portable phone as I wandered around our Grandparent’s home from room to room still not quite believing that the day
everyone knows is inevitable had actually come.
My brother, Flint listening on the other end of the line finally
replied,
“No, I get it.”
“I mean all I want to do is go back in time to lying on the
carpet watching The Love Boat with them while doing water colors on Grandpa’s
cardboard shirt inserts…”
I don’t remember what else he said because I was off
remembering the feel of the carpet, our Grandmother rooting around in our
Grandfather’s closet for more cardboard and my frustration when the colors got
muddied. Over the next few weeks sandwiched between old magazines and in the
back of drawers I found them one by one and each time The Love Boat theme song
would play in my head.