Missin' the beat.

I have only one grandparent; my maternal grandfather. He has been living with us for the past so many years. Many changes were done around the house since he moved in. If I say we had to baby proof the 1^st storey it would describe a lot. It is said when people are old they step into their second childhood. I am telling you, that is exactly what has happened. He has nothing to do during the whole day and whole night. Just to keep himself occupied he taps the arm rest, or the table he is sitting at making a beat of a song he knows.

Finally the renovation work at our house started which has been put off for ages due to prioritization. It was decided and agreed that my grandpa should live with my aunt till the renovation work is over. He was dropped off today.
I was moving around some furniture to make way for the workers. After rearranging downstairs I sat down on the couch for a short rest and I started tapping on the armrest! I smiled to myself. As soon as my mother came back from my aunts place she told she miss him already. I never said anything.

Sometimes his stay made my life hard. I couldn’t go out when only I was at home because I was not to leave him alone all by himself for more than few minutes. When my mother was out I had to prepare and give him tea. (I don’t even make myself a cup of tea) I can’t leave anything unattended downstairs because he messes around with it. He is just like a 3 year old child.

Every time I come home from the university he’s there sitting on ‘his’ chair in the living room. He receives me with a very innocent smile every time I walk in. I ask him how he’s doing and for a 90 year old he replies he’s doing just great. (When asked he says he is either 94 or 95)

My mother surely misses him and she admits it. Don’t I? I really don’t know. When I’m at home I hear my grandpa’s ‘beat’ all day long, non-stop. Today I didn’t. It’s sort of weird. I’m missin’ the beat…