TODAY, HE IS NINETY-TWO

"Pa, if you could re-live one day of your life, what would you do?" my dad asked Grandpa, whose old age confined him to a bed of warm quilts. 

Avery thought for a while to himself, smiled, and in a voice tinged with silver and rust, spoke, "I would spend the day working in the garden with your ma." 

"The simple things..." 

"Yeah, the simple things, Erich." 

Today is my grandpa's birthday.