Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Today is Matthew's grandfather's birthday. He turned 82 today. Jamie and the girls call him Pap. Jamie won't have much to do with him. That's just the way that Jamie is with most people. It bothers Pap a little. I can tell. After all, Jamie got his first name from him. I try to explain how Jamie is to people, but I don't think most people understand. He won't even give his Daddy kisses. Sometimes he gives him hugs, but rarely. I'm the only person who gets smothered with affection. It wasn't always that way. He used to be rather stingy even with me.
We went out to Red Lobster to celebrate. Usually when Matthew and I go to Red Lobster we just share our food with him. This time he didn't want anything to do with our food. He ate 5 cheddar bay biscuits and half of his grandmother's steak. After we ate he showed off his writing abilities.
I couldn't hear what Grandpa said when he said the prayer. His voice has become so soft and weak. I know he got choked up. I wonder if he got choked up because he realizes this will be his last. It may be the last time the family gets together again. It's all in Gods time, but the doctors say he is not going to make it much longer.
Dynisha is spending the night at her parents house tonight. I wonder when she'll come back. At the restaurant she complained because she wanted to sleep on the couch and not in the room with her Mamaw. I think her mom decided to let her, but I'm not sure.