a memory of my grandfather

In March 1963 on my 13th birthday, I noticed that my grandfather was smiling. He was then 70 (which is my present age).

"Why are you smiling, Poppy?" I asked him.

"I woke up this morning and I thought, I'm alive." he said.

"I heard traffic noises and I opened my eyes. I thought, I can still hear and see.

"I got up and walked to the bathroom. I thought, I can still walk.

"I used the toilet. I thought, I can still do that.

"At my age, that makes this a good day. So that's why I'm smiling."

In March 1968, he had a bad day, with a heart attack, and died two weeks later.
Rest In Peace, Poppy.