I used to hate, HATE it when my grandpa would wash dishes during every family event. So much so, I was frustrated to the point of man handling him.
My grandpa, of recent is eighty some-odd years old. a man who's shorter than I and thinner with a slew of medical history you could roll it out for Queen Elizabeth to walk on.
Not to mention had served time during the Korean War and seen places only I could dream of visiting aside viewing them from a computer screen.
He travelled the edge of the Great Plains with a roaming band. Living fast and loud as they only knew how.
He's had his share to name a few. And all he wants is for us to be happy whilst him and the love of his life and best friend, host us to the fullest generosity.
It wasn't until now, August 26, 2015 22:56.
That I realized why I had been a dishwasher for all of these years.
I never asked, and if he ever fealt the same way I do while washing dishes, he'd say "that it brings great solace, from the activity around you."
Which I would whole heartedly agree.
- I love you Grandpa and Grandma
