10th July
Today in the morning after attending church with my grandmother we visited my Grandfather in the hospital. My Grandfather Is 87 this year and he is good as gold. It is always fun dining with him although of recent years he would choke on food often and cough really loudly often so much so that the people around us get worried that he was going to keel over. This stay in the hospital was due to a fall he had about a week back. It was only a day later that the ambulance came to take him to the hospital after the fall. He started acting weird and so my grandma called the ambulance and called me to come to the house. When the ambulance arrived he put on a crisp blue business shirt and trousers that had an old leather belt already threaded through. While talking to him I realised that he is now bonkers. He spoke with great gusto about politics, about ladies, about everything, but nothing made much sense. When the paramedics put him on the stretcher he thanked me for purchasing all the expensive medical equipment and I told him he was welcome and that I hoped he liked the ambulance I bought as well.
Today is a Sunday. A very very bright Sunday. There are barely any clouds in the sky, it’s all sun, sky and sky. The sun seemed angry. It was blistering.
Later on while I was smoking at my window I saw a black balloon float past my house more than a hundred feet above the ground, and float it did with such triumphant fluidity at about 6pm with the sun going down behind it I felt blessed to have witnessed that. Grandpas mind could have been floating away in the balloon bound for nowhere for all you know. As fast as it came it left and all there was left was the sky again.
