My grand father

I love my grand father. He is above eighty but still active. He wears an old white cotton dress and the shirt goes up to his knees. His hair, like a web of silver yarn, encases his head. His face is wrinkled, but the lines on his face, make him look sweet. He uses a light perfume and I love to sit by him and listen to stories. Something about him makes me feet at home when I am with him. The way he stands, his back bent and his eyes searching for something, with his eyebrows knitted, he reminds me of my own old age. Will I be like him in my old age? I wish I would be like him.