I always enjoyed going to Grandma and Grandpa's house. With the number of relatives around Willits, it seemed like we were attending a birthday party for someone every couple weeks ... and Grandma and Grandpa's was usually the hang out. 34 years ago, it was Grandpa's turn to be celebrated. As we all gathered in the living room there at the white and red house, I was amazed with the number of candles on the cake as the last ones were getting lit. As grandkids do, many of us hovered around Grandpa on the backside of the cake as we prepared to sing to him. As I gazed at the burning candles and the words on the cake, I belted out: "Grandpa is 99?!" Everyone, including Grandpa, started laughing and I, of course, had no idea why. Grandpa was really turning 66 and I just had the upside down view of his age. Silly me. To young kids, recognizing the age of 66 or 99 seems all the same. Grandpas are always 'old' to the grandkids. Now looking back, I wonder how it would have been to share life with Grandpa until he was 99, or to today, 100. Although I miss him, it's comforting knowing he is without his headaches. I look forward to the day when we can all see him again.
-- Roy
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