Artwork by Alja Horvat.
Gramps and I like to sit outside and soak in the evening air while we drink coffee after dinner.
We occasionally exchange a few words but mostly we sit in comfortable silence.
His walker sits between us.
He can’t see much anymore so he usually looks off into the distance. Tonight he looked over at me and smiled.
“What are you looking at, old man?” I said.
“We sit the same… legs crossed, hands on our lap, head up. Maybe it’s a family trait.”
“You must have gotten it from me.” I said.
That made him laugh.