Through the Windowpane
“For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part;
but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12
And the beat goes on . . .
Grandpa asked me this morning if I like being married to “Macho Man” (his name for, Eric, our son, before he left for WA, and his new name for, Robert, my hubby, his new caregiver.
I just laughed.
Then he said, Yeah, “Macho Man” is married to “Doctor Mom,” who is me of course.
Grandpa’s serenading us to “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” on the piano.
Every morning Grandpa gets messages from the Throne Room (heaven) and the Dome Room (his brain). First thing when I open his door, he’ll say, “I got a message from the Throne Room!” And I’ll say, “Oh,oh . . . look out!”
Today’s message: “You can’t say ‘I Can’t’ to the Throne Room!” Think about it. We do that quite often, don’t we?
So Grandpa wakes me up at 2:00 in the morning and says he’s having a heart attack. He’s points to his gallbladder.
“That’s not where your heart is,” I inform him.
“Awe bunk,” he says. Robert hears the commotion and gets up to go to the bathroom.
“Tell him where his heart is,” I say. He shows him.
“You had too much rich food for your birthday, Grandpa – sirloin steak, ice cream and half a Willie Wonka chocolate bar.”