The Last Time I Saw Him
The last time I saw him was at a family wedding in October.
He was sitting on a couch after the ceremony next to another old man.
I sat down next to him on the couch for a minute. He said "I'm wonderin' when they're gonna let us EAT!" I said, "Probably after they're done taking pictures, Grandaddy. Do you want an hor's douvres while we wait?" He shook his head no.
He turned to the man sitting on his other side, put his hand on my knee and said, "this is my granddaughter."
Not "this is my grandson's wife."
"This is my granddaughter."
Rest in Peace, Grandaddy.