For the past few years the twins have invited their Gramps to school on Veteran's Day. He was in the Air Force, and Duncan and Maddie enjoyed Gramps being there when the Veterans are honored. Last year and this year too they turned his name in, and the school made some kind of little certificate or something, and announced the name of the veteran or serviceman being honored. The twins also have a half brother in the Air Force who just moved from his station in England to Arizona. Last year Steve had to go up and get the certificate. This year something different happened.
With all the hullabaloo going on in their lives (soccer, Jen's work and surgery, daily routine and weekend running around), Jen forgot to fill out the paper for Ian and Steve so the kids could turn it in by the deadline. She filled it out, and let the kids turn it in Monday (it was due last Friday), and they did, just in the nick of time. She told me about it when we got our nails done, and said she hoped Steve would come and I said I was sure he would.
Then 2 things happened. Jen and I both forgot to mention it to Steve. And I also forgot that I had made an appointment (years overdue) for Steve to have his eyes examined on the same day the program was happening.
None of this sounds too terribly upsetting or important in the scheme of things. Except for one thing.
A little boy named Duncan would be wearing his Boy Scout uniform that day and marching in to the auditorium with his troop, with the US flag.
Duncan was counting on his Gramps to be there.
Early that morning Jen realized the fiasco and called to see if Gramps could make it. Steve told her probably not because he had the eye appointment in Jasper, and just wasn't sure if he would be able to get from Jasper to Birmingham in time to see the program. I heard Steve's end of the conversation and started my evil plotting.
When he got off the phone, I played the grandkid card. How Dunc would be so disappointed (true) if he didn't get to see his Gramps honored (laid it on a little thick there). Steve whined and hemmed and hawed, and said if they dilated his eyes he wouldn't be able to see to drive (true). I told him there was no reason he couldn't tell them not to dilate his eyes this time (true) and he really, REALLY needed to try to go. Appointment was at 8:30AM and program was at 1PM.
Jen sent me a text at about 11:31 to tell me how guilty she felt to tell Dunc Gramps wouldn't be able to make it, and that she hated that she had to work and wouldn't be able to go. I knew different though, because at 11:27 Gramps had called to say he was on his way to see the kids' program. WITH HIS EYES DILATED AND DRIVING BLIND AS A BAT.
So when Jen sent me that text, I replied to tell her that "Gramps is going, and is on his way." By the time she got my text, she had already decided to go to the program herself, so Dunc would have some family there.
Jen called Steve and told him she was taking the rest of the day off, and that Michael (her fiance) was going with her.
So not only did Dunc have Gramps there, he had his mommy and future step-father there too.
The end result: a happy, proud little boy. And Maddie, who was in her Brownie uniform, got to also march in with the flag. Score, score, for everyone.
|Maddie, Gramps and a proud Dunc|
And how I love the Gramps that will drive 64 miles one way, blind as a bat, to prevent a little boy from being disappointed.
...life is truly good. ~cath
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