From my perspective, it can truly be said that time flies. My work day went by without a hitch, and as usual I had many conversations with different folks whom I find fascinating.
Since I didn't have anyone to see at the clinic this evening, I went by to see my grandparents again. My grandmother was in a better place today. She didn't really say much but was at least able to recognize who I was, and she would giggle about simple things. My father came with me, and mostly we just talked to my granddad. He told us one detail of the fabric of his life which I was unaware of tonight - it is for these bits of information that I am the most attentive. His father was named Hiram Taylor, and it has long been a part of our family history that Hiram left my great-grandmother with many children and moved out to California on his own. My grandfather never forgave him for this. He told us tonight how one day when he was on an air base during the war, he was told he had a visitor. That visitor turned out to be his father, who at this time was driving a really nice Buick and doing well for himself. Apparently Hiram knew some celebrities out in Hollywood (which my granddad couldn't remember the names of) and wished to take my granddad out to see them, but my granddad refused. He also tried to give him $40 upon leaving. "That was a lot back in those days... but I wouldn't take it..."
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