This morning I woke up missing my grandparents. I don't know. Maybe I dreamt about them last night and can't remember. But the missing part this morning has been fierce--thinking about the way my grandfather would take off his trucker-style hat and rub the bristle on his mostly bald head or the way my grandmother would make certain pronouncements like, "I can leave sweets alone. It's bread that's my downfall."
I miss my old people.
And it occurs to me this morning that when I was young and happy in their company, they were probably missing their old people, too.