My grandpa is 84, has emphysema and is on oxygen 24/7. He can't really do much.
My mom has been amazing as she watches her parents get older and start losing things that were once strong. She serves and loves them constantly. She is being Jesus to them. It's beautiful.
Anyway, my grandpa used to be really crafty. He would make things out of wood, paint, and do all sorts of other things. He hasn't been able to do much of that anymore, but my mom will bring over some little wood pieces for him to paint to pass the time and so that he can be creative again.
The other day my mom got him some new tennies. His old ones were worn out and falling apart. The next time she came over she found this:
These are his old tennis shoes! He painted them! How precious is that?!My grandpa is funky. And they kinda look like some sort of African flag.
Maybe he's African...which could explain my hair.
2 comments:
oh. my. word.
i kinda love that we're writing about our grandpas at the same time. :)
p.s. my word is verson.
that is awesome! that explains a lot!
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