As I type this, on Boxing Day to my grannies. My smartphone has enough battery to continue this. Enough to schedule in so i could edit this whenever grammatical typos are spotted.
This is cutting into my work hours, so I'd best produce something. An hour to and back. Time that's sunk.
Thirty-three and the years of my family are dwindling. Grandparents now in their Eighties, being at the end of their showtime. We've done our preparations when it happens.
An in a real life moment that's something i can't get off social media.
The granny a crawled, short haired bag of wrinkles. A hump now for her back as she is able to walk again. Grandad a firmer, more balding post. Spotty yet dignified. Now wavering.
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| Gran left, grandad on the right. Done in sketch point with a ballpoint pen. |
Walls having elephants on plates, memories of family being abundant of course. A mince pie and a green mint tea were accompanied.
All the talk together, if all the trials taking a beating on their bodies.
All of it worth it.
Afterwords there was aunt visit, quicker this time. A lot of gibberish and a pea pod fiddle toy. Along with an idiot influencer being shared.