Rather then have him placed in a nursing home, his only son and daughter-in-law invited Dad to move in with them and their seven-year-old son. Grandfather was grateful and gladly accepted their generous offer.
Since the son's wife insisted on always having the evening meal at the big table in the dining room, Grandfather was assigned his place at the table. Unfortunately Grandfather's failing vision and trembling hands made eating his meals difficult. Every night peas, corn, carrots, soup and small pieces meat would often roll off his fork or spoon and land on the floor and the elegant carpet. In addition, his uncontrollable shaking hands would often loose their grip which resulted with him dropping his glass which would always make a mess on the fine linen tablecloth.
Both the son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the nightly mess and realized something had to be done. They did not want to subject their son to Grandpa's behavior. They eventually decided the only thing to do was to have Grandfather eat alone in the kitchen where it would be easier to clean up his mess from the linoleum floor.
As soon as Grandfather was moved into the kitchen, a new problem developed. Every time Grandfather accidentally dropped a glass or dish on the kitchen floor it broke. Luckily while visiting a local garage sale the son and his wife found a simple, large wooden bowl which they thought would be perfect for Grandfather.
Now each night the daughter-in-law would fill Grandfather's wooden bowl with the evening meal then set it on the kitchen table. Every one now seemed happy; the family ate a nice meal in the dining room while Grandfather ate his meal in the kitchen. No one had to worrying about cleaning up any mess and the little son was not subjected to watching Grandpa's antics.
A few days later Dad arrived home early from work and greeted his wife in the kitchen. "Where's Dad?" he asked.
"He's taking a nap," the wife replied. Since it was such a gorgeous day, the husband suggested the two of them share a cocktail on the deck. While standing on their deck, they noticed their son feverishly working on something over by the corner of the garage. Curious as to what he was doing, they walked over to their son.
"What are you working on, Son?" the father asked.
The son looked up and innocently and replied, "Oh, I am making you and Mom a special present".
"A special present?" they asked.
"Yes Sir," replied the boy.
"Well what is it?" Mom asked.
"It's a set of large wooden bowls just for you and Dad so, when you grow old, you will be able to eat your food in the kitchen and not make a mess in the dining room for my wife and I to clean up every night after dinner," the son replied. He then went back to his woodworking project.
Their son's words cut through them like a knife; neither the husband or his wife knew what to say. They turned and slowly walked back to the deck. When they arrived back at the deck, they set their drinks down and just sat quietly.
That evening Mom, after spreading out her fine linen tablecloth, laid down two large pieces of plastic - one she placed on the table by Grandfather's place and the other on the floor under Grandfather's chair. When dinner was ready, Dad walked to his father's room and took his father by the hand and led him into the dining room. He pulled out a chair and said, "Father, please sit here."