Yesterday gramp's main concern was my ripped jeans...He repeatedly told me I need to sew them up, so much so that by the end of my visit he's decided I was better off buying a new pair. Only one mention of Lorraine and he recognised prince William in the news paper...although he was much more interested in Victoria Beckham! It amazes me when he knows who people like this are without having to rack his brains for their names, considering he can quite often have to stall for twenty minutes to remember his own family. Dad had brought him in an Easter egg and it was like all his Christmases had come at once! It's so nice to see him happy and chatty and proud, I think he finds it really hard to be old, and challenging to be so unable, all pride has to be wiped away when you can no longer look after yourself and this is a realisation for me that some men (especially those of my gramp's generation) thrive off of pride, and it must be hell on earth to have that taken away.
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