I remember my grandparents from my mother’s side as I hadn’t seen my father’s since they all died early before he married my mother.
Anyway, my grandparents were barely in their late sixties or early seventies when they died. As a child, I used to believe they were so ancient, so weird. Their house was so big and so old. Not becuase they didn’t have enough money – they did, but because they didn’t like change. They liked their old furniture, the old walls, the old staircase, and even their old clothes.
From my mother’s tales, especially about her father, I believed he was a monster and a tyrant. By the way, he wasn’t religious, but I am not going to detail more because we shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, should we? However, he was, actually, so kind with me. Perhaps, because I used to avoid him all the time, or because I was the quietest of his grandchildren tribe. But, he really was kind, and when he laughed or smiled, I didn’t see him that old at all.
Some people say that the real youth is the youth of the heart and the soul. If you read Mr. MacBride’s story, you will know how important it is to not let either your heart or your soul age.
Have you read The Five Wishes Of Mr MacBride. It’s a wonderful book. Have a look at my review!
https://nh825.wordpress.com/2024/12/17/the-five-wishes-of-mr-murray-mcbride/
With all the best wishes,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 