Chess Pie and Milk Three Fingers High

I have spent a lot of time lately wondering what it is like to be 95. My great uncle Doc lives with my parents, and so I have been observing and spending time with him all summer long. He gets up every morning and the paper is waiting for him on the table...someone comes and takes him to lunch everyday, he comes home and takes and nap (while reading the paper), we have dinner, he tries to finish the paper, and then he watches the news. He does not talk much...and he is slightly hard of hearing, but I have learned a lot in the past couple of months. For example, today he told me he wanted milk three fingers high and then someone had to explain what that was....He also told me that when my great aunt was sick (she was in a nursing home with alzhiemers), he would visit her every night before she went to bed and bring her a piece of pie..sometimes chess pie (which I did not know what that was)...Every single night...But this past week was when I learned the most...Ever since we started working on my house, he has asked if he could help. So, my mom took him over and he painted some shelves....The best part is (besides the picture)that he has asked my mom everyday since then if he can go back. Like I said, I have learned a lot in the past couple of months...