Memories

The last time I visited my grandpa in the hospital I showed him pictures of my uncle's new cabin on my iphone. Once he got used to the finger flick browsing he quickly went through all of the cabin pictures and into my personal ones. There was a slight pause until he said, "Sorry, Dave. Do you have stuff on here I shouldn't see?" I instictively grabbed the phone out of his hands, worried he would see a picture of me drinking or out at a bar. Later I realized that I didn't have any pictures like that and I felt really bad about it. Once for taking away the phone he was obviously interested in as he lay on a hospital bed covered in tubes and twice because the absence of any pictures that would offend my sunday school teaching, WWII vet grandpa kinda means in a way my life is boring.