He looked old tonight. Sad even. Maybe a better word is reminiscent. His face was drawn together in concentration as my beautiful cousin-in-law played her french horn during her final recital at BYU. He held my hand during some of it. I watched as he tapped his pointer finger on the armrest of his chair to the beat of the music playing-just like he used to do when I was little when we would listen to classical music. Those were some of my favorite days when I could sit on his lap and play Pipe Dream on his computer or Chess while he taught me the classics of Mozart, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, and Beethoven. During the entire concert I could see how his face conveyed his desire to be back in the band room directing an entire class of eager students to learn their instruments in hand. I could picture his arms directing an orchestra concert and helping his students become better. I wish I could help him relive those days. I wish that he didn't have to get so old. Because today, I finally realized how old he has gotten. How every moment I get to spend with him, how every hug and kiss should be treasured and cherished. It's his birthday at the beginning of March. Another year older and much wiser too.
I love you Grandpa.
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