Pin It I was in Macey’s Grocery Store this past weekend.
As I was walking the aisles looking for items with which to make dinner on Sunday, I happened to catch a glimpse of an elderly man, standing by an endcap with two ice cream cones in hand. He was looking sort of lost as the ice cream was slowly beginning to melt. He stood, looking about for his wife—however, not finding her in the vicinity, he did the only thing he could probably think of…he began to eat both ice cream cones.
As I passed this man, I noticed that he was dressed in a one-piece jumpsuit—the same type my grandfather used to wear back when he was alive.
As I walked to the bread aisle, I found myself wishing that I could talk to my grandfather—I thought of the expressions he used, the kindness he showed to everyone, and his understanding, gentle nature.
I miss my grandfather.