I met “nan” shortly after my marriage ended. He would go to the library and sit there reading every newspaper and magazine his old eyes could still focus on.
I sat with him one day reading, struck up a conversation, and it continued for years. It took breaks, and vacations, but everytime it picked back up it was as if a paused video were suddenly restarted. It was seamless in nature.
He was a widower, with one adult daughter. No grandchildren. I think we just were both really lonely. He had a sharp mind, and good common sense advice about things, that I would hear, but did not listen to as often as I should have. He would have snarled at me today, no doubt.
Rest in peace Nathan.
I’ll miss you old man.