waiting

My grandfather has taken to sleeping with his lamp on and his bedroom door ajar.

He sat down with me a few weeks ago and we watched old home videos of my sister's 10th birthday party and of my uncle's wedding. We were all so young then. My sister and I wore ridiculous pink fluffy dresses and pranced about the restaurant as our uncle teased us. My grandfather had more hair back then. My aunt was visibly pregnant with my cousin.  And you can see my grandmother in snippets--laughing in the background, walking around greeting people, fixing her hair.

I think my grandfather does it because he thinks he'll be able to see her again. That maybe she'll walk in one night to go to sleep after watching television. Who am I to judge him though, maybe he's right. Maybe she's watching over all of us, in her own way.