Captain Grandpa To The Rescue!

 

I was at a funeral recently.

At my age I've come to terms with it being something I'm going to have to do more often. That is, up until the final one. After that, I'm sure my wife will let me off the hook.

When I was single I'd avoid them altogether by pretending to forget.

"You mean it was this Wednesday?"

You see a lot of people you haven't seen in years when you go to funerals. That's part of the problem. I'd rather remember my relatives when they were younger and not so close to death. If they look old, then I’d better take off my glasses before I look in the mirror.

At a different event, a high school friend who I hadn't seen since, well, high school, told me, “You haven’t changed a bit. You still look the same.”

“You mean I’ve always looked this old?” I asked.

I guess my granddaughter saying I looked like the geezer from Home Alone has been on my mind more than I would care to admit. 

Speaking of my granddaughter…

I was in my bedroom trying to find something to watch on TV when she ran in.

“I can talk to cats,” she said excitedly, and then showed me.

“Me-OWW! Me-OWW!”

Sure enough, my youngest daughter’s two cats came sauntering in through the door, acting like it was their idea.

"See?" my granddaughter said, giving me her proudest smile.

How could I argue?

Just then, the TV screen filled with a giant picture of Hugh Jackman as Wolverine from the Deadpool & Wolverine movie. He was dressed in the original yellow and black costume from the character’s early days as a comic book X-Man.

"You and him look alike," she told me.

I puffed out my chest a bit and flexed both my arms like a weightlifter.

"Because I'm big and strong?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Because you're both so old." 

  

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