Grandpa and Me

          My grandpa and I have always been good pals. I am the oldest grandchild, so we've always enjoyed a close relationship, even though he is a little bit hard-boiled at times. As he ages, he forgets quite a lot. This has lead to an interesting phenomenon. I'm finding that for the past few years, we have the exact same conversation every two to three months. It's weird, and involves procedures I've had done to my eyes (PRK) and procedures he wants done to his eyes (LASIK). He always asks my advice, I give it, and the conversation is over. At least for a few months, until the next time we have the same discussion. Verbatim. He is so sincere and intent on getting a different outcome every time it comes up, and I haven't the heart to tell him this issue seems to be on repeat. 

                  I am not really sure why I even wanted to write about this. I guess I have been thinking about loving the difficult people in our lives and how easy it is to lose patience and grace. The repeated conversation bit with my grandpa is probably the least difficult way to show him that I'm here and willing to listen to him. I think a time will come when I'll miss the repetition.