Sunday, February 26, 2012

Liberated

My Opa was released from jail the skilled nursing facility today, so we went and moved him, his TV and a tv stand (the only two things he wanted in his room) back home. He has been in a "nursing home" since November after falling and breaking his leg just above the left knee. The family skipped baseball and softball practice to go BBQ drink a few beers and hang out withhim this afternoon, which I have to tell you was a welcome break on my part.

When he pulled up at his house at 12:00 he had a shit eating grin from ear to ear on his face. The old man couldn't have been happier. He got out of the car, got in his wheelchair and went straight to the beer fridge to make sure he had enough for everyone. Luckily we had planned on that.

My uncle Phil fired up the grill and I seasoned up the Baby Backs, Chicken Thighs, TX Style Beef Ribs and Venison sausage and began the grilling. Well, unbeknownst to us, Opa was going back to his bathroom and pounding bourbon shots.

3pm. The food is done and so was Opa.  That man was FUCKED UP.  93 years old and smashed. My aunt put him to bed and we hung out and talked family politics for a while. The old man was glad to be home. That is for damn sure.

Welcome home Opa, you did it in style.

4 comments:

CharlieDelta said...

Right on Opa! Good for him. He's earned it. I hope I can pull that off when I'm 93.

Hell, who am I kidding? I'll be lucky to make it past 65...

InsomniacSeeker said...

I'm glad he's home. Sounds like he gives everybody a run for their money.

CenTexTim said...

Rock on, Opa!

CD - make that 55...

Anonymous said...

That's so awesome, good on him. I'm sure he really needed a few after that kind of treatment.