those ones

as i mentioned to a loved one earlier this week, staying at my gramsie and grampy's house is having an abundantly medicinal effect on me. they are wholesome people, the type that lack nothing. you are in the room with them, and they quench you.

my gramps, always dignified yet somehow slack, has been in a wheelchair for a couple years now due to numerous hospital stays from MRSA. this morning, i stood at the counter fixing my tea. my eyes landed on grampy sitting at his usual spot at the head of the table, his spectacles halfway down his nose, thumbing through the paper, looking exactly the same as how he has always looked to me except that his bottom half rested in the wheelchair. briefly i recalled his gaunt state of nearly a year ago, in and out of the hospital too many times to count, all of us trying to accept the fact that our indestructible man had finally become vulnerable.
and here he has proven rationality wrong by coming back to himself full force, scruffy hair included, reminding me of the gramps i always knew with only the addition of a discreet black wheelchair. my grammy has gained her healthy weight back, the constant worry no longer eating at her insides.

i couldn't be happier to stand there and stare at someone.