Hear.

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So I sat and we painted. I painted with my 80 year old grandfather and my 80 year old best friend.
We sat and we painted… and that is amazing don’t you think?
I felt like some day this moment will be invaluable.
It is already invaluable.
But some day… I will think of this and treasure it even more.
His landscapes.
Her feathery wings of Him.
I asked my grandfather, “what was your word this year?”
He stared at his painting not hearing me.
“What was your word?”
nothing.
I looked around knowing what his word was, “the irony is not being lost on me”
” hey! what. was. your. word!”
He looked over “….oh …my word… it was…’Hear'”
.. and then we laughed so hard she had to put her head down…
all of us laughing so hard…
swirling paint and joy..