My favorite part of visiting my grandma is asking her open-ended questions, and then watching her recount her reality as if it were yesterday. In the present, she usually stumbles over words and tells the same story repeatedly. When discussing the past, her stories flow flawlessly as though she is reading subtitles to a movie of her own life. She smiles at the right times and looks as though she can feel what is being said. It is moving.
I asked her if she has favorite Grandpa moments and she replied,
“Every time he sees me, his face lights up. I am sure mine does the same, but he looks so happy.”
After so many years together, and so many moments of showing each other thier best and worst self, it is that easy.