I’m going to see my grandfather in a few weeks, he’ll be 90. He’s still alert and active. He lawn bowls, plays bridge, and does his own groceries. We thought he wouldn’t last much after my Nan died, but here he is, 4+ years later, threatening to never leave us ever.
I love it.
This piece of fan fiction about the final moments of Calvin’s life and the passing of Hobbes to the next generation has me thinking of my own grands and that day I was in the hospital watching my Nan die.
“You’ll always be my number 1,” she whispered assuredly. Sure, I was her first grandchild, so I always took the ‘number 1’ title, but with that moment she exposed to me that I was also her favourite.
It gives me comfort, and still having my grandfather around knocking on 90’s door, makes me smile.
With that reflection, read this story by Sun Yu (aka u/SamuraiTiger19) about Calvin having one more talk with Hobbes to keep the imagination and story alive.