My Grandpa Jack is now the exact age of the golf game he seems to be playing a lot lately. I'm not sure which is more impressive - the golf or the getting to 83 in such style and class!
There's one image of Grandpa Jack that will stay forever with me. It's after dinner in their SoCal condo and Grandma's cleaning the last of the dishes. The grandkids are sprawled on the leather couches in the den watching TV. My parents, aunts and uncles are on the patio chatting. And Grandpa's at his electric organ in a corner of the living room, sipping an after-dinner drink as he wanders through his favorite jazz standards. One hand works the melody. The other hits an occasional chord. He's humming beneath his breath and chuckling outloud when he comes to a passage he particularly loves.
It goes on like this for an hour or so. Each of us in our separate place. Jack's music setting the tone, tying us all together.
Happy Birthday Grandpa!
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