So I did something with
The Boy recently that I didn’t think I’d ever do with a boyfriend. I introduced
him to my grandfather.
My grandfather used to
be an intimidating man over 6 feet tall weighing in at the amount Howard Taft
did when he got stuck in that bathtub. In the last four or five years, his
mental health has taken a bad turn.
He’s had more good days
recently and still remembers who my mother and I are but will forget what state
he’s in or what month it is. He also has moments where dreams and reality blur
and he’s asked my mother to verify what is real. I had dinner with them
recently for his birthday. Despite the cake and presents, we had to tell him at
least five times in 90 minutes that it was his birthday and he’d just turned
80.
He’s also lost the use
of his legs partly from a degenerative muscle condition and partly from lack of
use. With the size he is, my mom and I can’t move him from his bed to his
wheelchair. It’s been really hard. At its worst, I thought I would never want
to drag someone else into this.
At the aforementioned
birthday celebration, we told my grandfather about The Boy. He asked to meet
him and promised to behave himself. My granddad even remembered when my mom
went by a week later. He asked if I had a boyfriend or if he dreamed that.
The Boy said he’d be
willing to do meet my granddad so we swung by for a quick visit while we were
in the neighborhood. It went well, My grandfather was having a good day and
they talked a little bit. My granddad made us promise this wouldn’t be our last
visit and that’d The Boy would keep an eye on me.
It was very sweet and
meant more than The Boy probably realizes. He’ll read this soon and figure it
out.
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