Grandpa finally takes the last picture on a film camera they’ve had for decades. Today is a very touching moment because they’re going to print if. It’s their remembrance. 

Grandpa finally takes the last picture on a film camera they’ve had for decades. Today they’re going to print it. They’re going to get it blown up to a nice size and hang it on their wall. Grandma says she’ll be really happy to see it, and that Grandpa will get a kick out of it, too.

Their granddaughter has been away at college for a year. This is their first Christmas together since she went away. They’re walking through the mall. Grandma sees a Santa in the window and asks, “Who’s that guy?”

Grandpa looks, then says, “Oh, that’s Santa. He’s the guy who delivers presents on Christmas Eve.”

Then Grandma gets this wicked grin on her face. Grandpa knows exactly what she’s thinking, but he doesn’t say anything, either.

“So,” Grandma says, “I’m just wondering if he’s going to bring me my present.”

Grandpa looks at her, hesitates for a moment, then says, “Well, you know, he just might. He always brings presents for everyone who wants one.”

Grandma thinks he’s full of it, but she decides to go along with it. They spend the rest of the day together. Grandma says she’s going to go take a bath, so Grandpa decides to go get some more pictures of Santa for Grandma to hang up on their wall. Grandpa knows that Grandma will be really pleased with the picture, so he drives to a local photographer and asks him if he can blow it up. The photographer tells him he can, and Grandpa leaves.

Later, Grandpa goes to the basement, looks at the old picture, and smiles.

“Did you like the picture?” Grandma asks.

“Yeah, it was a nice one,” he says. “I took that back in the early 50’s.”

“How old was the Santa?”

“He was about that old.”

Grandma looks at him, and grins.

“Well, he might still be,” she says.

Grandpa shakes his head.

“No, he couldn’t have been.”

And then he goes back upstairs to hang up the picture on their wall.

Grandpa finally takes the last picture on a film camera they’ve had for decades. Today is a very touching moment because they’re going to print if. It’s their remembrance. ~~~My grandfather was one of those guys who always knew everything. We had to take a short break so he could call his brothers and sisters to verify some details. (Everyone was gathering at the house by this point.) They are all gathered here in Grandma’s living room, chatting. Grandpa takes a look at the framed photo of them all gathered around a Christmas tree, and he says,¨I’m sorry we are having such a small celebration. We’re all very old. We’re doing OK, but I’m the only one left. I’m the oldest one left. I’m the only one left.¨ And then he started crying. My aunt is in the next room with a crying baby. My mom is in the bathroom crying her eyes out. My cousins are all bawling their eyes out. Grandpa says,¨You’re crying, too. Everyone’s crying. I’m the only one left. I’m the only one left.¨ A few years ago, my grandfather had fallen and broken his hip. He was in the hospital and they put him in a full leg cast. The nurses were very kind, they brought him a cot and they made him a bed on the floor in the hall outside his room. The hospital didn’t have space for him to be in a private room. Every night, he told my grandmother he was scared he was going to die. He was lonely. He was scared. And he would ask her to kiss him on the cheek every night before he fell asleep. And she would. And then he’d wake up the next day, and he would be in his full leg cast, and he would be able to walk again. And he would thank her for kissing him on the cheek. But he’d cry and say,I’m scared I’m going to die. And I want you to kiss me on the cheek like you’ve been doing every night.r