Walking out of the hospital, through the cold evening air of our recently arrived cold front, I reflect on our time in the hospital room, and I can’t help but to smile and let out a bit of a chuckle, shaking my head ever so slightly.
We were all sitting around, chatting casually, occasionally commenting on a “Wheel of Fortune” puzzle, if we happened to look up in time to catch a new one.
My mom was across the room, facing me.
My grandma was to my left, and my opa was to my right (“grandpa” in German), still lying on the hospital bed.
Thus the memory begins:
My grandma is reading the label of a nut and seed butter I had brought with me, one which everyone found to be delicious.
As she reads, she pronounced “Celtic” with a soft c, and s sound.
Grandma: Pumpkin seeds, and Celtic sea salt… Celtic… Celtic sea salt
Opa, at the same time: I really like peanuts.
I look at my mom, and begin to chuckle silently, rolling my eyes.
Hannah: I feel like I’m in a room with two kids: [I motion my arm toward my grandma] One’s practicing a tongue twister, [the other hand and a head nod toward my opa] the other’s saying just things he likes, “I Love peanuts…”
Opa, still continuing his list of likes: I like cashews,…
My mom and I look at each other again.
Hannah: You see?!
We both crack up quietly and calmly, but genuinely.
I continue for his list: I like Batman
Opa, still listing: I like Brazil nuts…
Mom : I like fire trucks
Mom and I are really laughing now.
Opa pauses ever so slightly, then adds: I even like Hannah
My mom and I glance at one another, and then at Opa to verify that we heard correctly, and then we all start to crack up together.
Opa: save the best for last
Chuckling continues all around, as all four of us have joined in on the joke of how silly everything is in the moment, and the love that we all have for one another – it is fun to play with those who love us.