I got my writing done today, and spent most of my day hanging out with my grandpa. A walk, followed by a visit to the funeral home (RIP Dad + Grandma) , followed by a visit to his sister's house, followed by lunch at the senior citizen's home (where he doesn't live, he just likes the food), followed by a leisurely drive (20mph below the speed limit at all times) to my grandpa's first apartment, second apartment, third apartment, first house, first factory and second factory.
This is the man who brought the Schulzkes to Plettenberg from East Prussia (now Lithuania) after wandering around our new country alone for two years looking for his mother and sisters (note: East Prussia is about 1,200 miles away from Plettenberg) after being injured and captured in World War II (at the age of 17).
In a way, he is still wandering looking for his family as he would have never expected to lose two sons and a wife and still be here. Pretty alone again.
Appreciate the life you have, and appreciate the people who worked/fought/struggled so you get some of the chances they didn't.
Just don't let them drive.