That evening, a 96-year-old man thought it was finally time to get ready for his nightly bath. With the walker, he made his slow way into the bathroom, turned the taps on, filled the tub with warm water.
Though the tub started to fill, he carefully lifted one and put it on the edge, to get in. And then the confusion did settle, leaving him uncertain of his moves. With his arms crossed and squinting into the steam, he shouted down the banister, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”
Downstairs at the living room’s window, his 94-year-old brother heard the voice drift up from the bathroom. He sighed heavily, somehow got to his feet, groaned and replied: “I don’t know”.
I’ll come up and see!” As he said, he hiked up the stairs. When he got to halfway up support, he stopped for a moment with mild surprise gripping the handrail.
He stopped and then yelled up from where he was in the middle of the stairwell, “Hold on—I was to be going up or down?”
In the kitchen, their 92-year-old brother drank his coffee quietly and with the patience of a hero watching the commotion from the other side of the living room, with a soft smile of good nature.
But he softly shook his head in murmurs “Hopefully, I’ll never forget things like that”. As an old-fashioned charm, he soon knocked on the table to avoid anything unlucky.<br>
Having a notion stronger than superstition, he lightly hit the table top with the name of luck. <br>In that flicker of hope, he caressed the table’s surface, hoping for the best. At this point, someone knocked at the door.
He jumped up from his seat immediately and barked, “I’ll see who’s at the door and then come up to help both of you!”
This charming tale (not to mention it isn’t true) provides a quirky view on growing old, and memory lapse, as well as the love of family—every scene drenched in laughter.