My grandfather played the accordion.
a young man was in an orchestra. Old followed by touching up not long ago. I am always amused that the gestures made with the lips while playing, it took me a while to realize it was because I play music is re difficult. He was 80-something, and kept giving. Fuck you some notes, of course. But no matter.
The last time I saw him I gave him dinner. He wanted to eat dessert, it did not want to give me in the mouth.
My grandfather used to call him fool. When I left I said "Ta after him" because he planned to go see him the next day or the other.
Yesterday I went back to say "Ta then you" and gave him a kiss on the forehead. I'm sure one of these days I will meet them there.
Every time my grandfather took out the accordion, it was a warm touch.
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