Didi and Dobie, my maternal grandparents, amazing individuals, with enough love to support anyone at any time.
I went to visit my grandparents today for the first time since Christmas. It is really difficult to try and get home while I am at school, so my Mom and I made the trip to Va. Beach today to visit with them and see what is new in their lives, even though all they do is golf, drink wine, eat crackers, and watch FOX all day long - that's okay.
My grandfather recently retired, after owning and working for the Chespeake Bay Bridge Tunnel Shop (The Seagull Pier) for almost 45 years. He bought a new car (super jealous), plays golf three times a week, and reads the newspaper - what a life. He is my favorite person in the entire world. We have one of those relationships where you don't necessarily talk a lot, it is a silent understanding.
and I love that.
He gets me - we don't even need words to make that known. Dobie: my favorite.
Didi, on the other hand, is kind of crazy, but I love her anyway. She tries to talk to me about politics, which I normally just ignore (like I said before, she just sits and watches FOX all day, nothing else, no other opinions) and she likes to shop out of catalogues.
Today I learned how much our generations are similar, as well as different.
We were talking about the future and where I wanted to go with my life and what my Mom wants to do after she retires and the wine club that my parents just joined and what my grandparents' plans were when it hit me: these individuals sitting in front of me are 70 years older than I am.
It amazes me. We can relate to each other on a level that makes perfect sense, albeit our age difference.
I love them.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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