grandpa

I and my parents went to grandparents' to give a new year's greeting and have lunch out together. as usual, granny had to stay home, so we took only grandpa. Dad asked him if mandu would be ok and he said anything'd be fine. It was first time for me to go around Cheonggyesan. When we reached, it was already crowded there and most people were fully equipped for mountain-climbing. Every party seemed so happy at the end of holidays. laughing, smoking, talking, having snacks while moving. We went into the restaurant and took a seat.
The restaurant was hectic, so we waited quite long for ordering and being served. Three middle-aged men, who looked very colse each other, grambled out for late service and staff only said "sorry". It was a resonable complaning, some couldn't wait for more and left, and my family and the others still waited wishing they'd serve our table first. That restaurant was a pretty famous franchise one and menu wasn't so outstanding rather expected.

It's been decades since we had a meal out with grandpa. He was quiet, but just smiled silently and answered sheepishly only when we asked something. Although i knew he's a fast eater, i felt it was even faster this time than his normal speed, and i couldn't catch up him. (anyway, im traditionally the slowest in any cases.) He seemed to enjoy lots. After lunch, we walked for a while passing by ugly eateries (what i mean ugly is, so many restaurants are built nearby almost every mountain, and it's really awqward to face that kind of scenery there.) and happily exciting faced group of people. My grandpa even walked faster and vigorously than me, so it surprised me.
He still goes shopping by himself and regularly takes a walk around the town and have no difficultied riding transportation. He always serves dinner and medicine to my grandma. I can say he's still in the pink. Why i'm wrhing about him is that i smelled him today. I can smell him whenever i go to see him. Of course there's nice smell and odor as well, but most of all, he's got "aged smell" which is very special. When i was in the car backseat with him, i suddenly thought 'i would have those kind of smell when i get old.' and felt calm. Every new year's day, we jokingly say that we got 1 year older again and feel pity on ourselves. I also sometimes felt that time flies so fast and my age's going with the accelerator, but i was soooo indifferent about his age.

I don't know his younger days, his real personality, his achievement and what kind of father he used to be, etc. etc. He was always my grandfather who never vanishes or tell me off. He could buy us small toys and snacks that we could get from mom after all of clamors. That's what family's like, i know. His existence came to me so big and touchingly.
His tv remote-control key which is covered with his greasy fingerprints and his sunken sofa.
His simple way of life. His quiet days. His unaudible love.