Happy Writing Marathon #52 | What is a recent event that made you laugh?

Hello, I'm Miyu🌿

I work full-time remotely as a company employee while raising two children.
In these days of overthinking, I am writing about the things I have been gradually putting in order.

In my daily life, I interact with my children and elderly family members.

Sometimes, unexpected words pop out, and I can't help but laugh.

Thinking, "I just heard that," while repeating the same conversation again.

Saying something slightly off with a serious face.
In the past, there were times when I couldn't afford the patience for such exchanges.

When I used to think, "The same thing again?"

Something that always comes up when talking to my grandfather.

"What day of the week is it today?"

I answer,
"Today is [day of the week]."
My grandfather makes a convinced face, saying,

"I see."

Then, he continues,
"So today is a workday."
"Is today a day off?"

The topic shifts, and after a while...

"What day of the week is it today?"
He asks again.

And furthermore, after that,
"Is today a day off?"
He asks.

This exchange happens at least twice in one conversation.

It's not clearly dementia.

The same can be said for my mother; it seems these situations gradually increase as one gets older.

Actually, my eldest child is a bit similar.
When something is on their mind, they ask the same thing over and over.

In conversations with children and the elderly, this is normal.
I have become quite used to this life.


The old me didn't like this kind of "repetition."

"I already told you, didn't I?"
"The same thing again?"

That is what I used to think.
I felt that repeating the same exchange was a "waste of time."

I wanted to proceed efficiently.
I didn't want my time taken away.

I held those feelings strongly.

Laughing, even though it was "the same thing again"

But recently, it's different.
My grandfather asks me the same thing again.

Now,"Oh, he's asking again,"

I think, and I find myself laughing softly in my heart.
Even though it's an everyday occurrence.

"What day of the week is it today?"
"Is today a workday?"

The usual repetition of the same conversation.
However, I feel that exchange is somehow a little dear to me.

I've come to value the "time we can spend talking" more than the "content of the conversation."

"The very fact that we can talk is something to be grateful for,"
that is how I have come to feel.

Having the same conversation, over and over again

Lately, even when my grandfather asks me the same thing,

"Today is [Day of the week]."
"Today is my day off."

I answer as if it were the first time we were talking about it that day.

Then my grandfather says,
"I see, it's [Day of the week]."
with a convinced look on his face.

And then, a little while later,
"What day is it today?"

Every time he asks, I think, 'He's asking again,' and I can't help but smile.

Time spent with people cannot be measured by efficiency.
I want to cherish every single interaction.
I've been feeling that a lot lately.

I want to cherish the time that makes me laugh

I hesitated to write this article.
Actually, the other day, my grandfather was rushed to the hospital.

His condition is not very good.
His heart has stopped a few times, and he is barely holding on.

Yesterday, too, I was told it might be critical, so I stayed at the hospital all day from the morning.
He managed to pull through, and we are able to talk again.

My grandfather, who was always steady and loved me.
My grandfather, who is an irreplaceable presence.

How many more times will I be able to talk with my grandfather?
Thinking about that, I truly feel that I want to cherish this time right now.

"What day is it today?"
He asks that so many times.

Now, I can smile and think, 'He's asking again.'

I think that's because I've come to feel the preciousness of the time we can spend together more than before.

Being able to talk.
Being able to see his face.
Being able to say 'See you later.'

That is,by no means something to be taken for granted.

Today, too, I'm sure I'll be worried while talking with my grandfather, but I'll also find myself smiling.
I think that being able to spend time like this is what happiness is.

Today, too, I am grateful for the time I can spend with my family.

And I intend to spend it
with all my might"cherishing every moment."

This is my third time participating in the 'Happy Writing Marathon' project😊

I would love to read other people's articles, but I don't have the capacity to do so right now😢
I plan to read them once things at home settle down a little more.

I really wanted to write this while I could still talk to my grandfather.
So, I decided to write it in a hurry.

Thank you to everyone who read this far☺️

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