Being normal

I've spent a week with my dad and his disabilities. We do all take so much for granted, such a cliché now but when I think of what used to be possible I realise how much he is missing. But my daughter doesn't know any different and as a result it seems to me that they have the best relationship out of all of us. She doesn't have any false expectation of him, she's only ever know who he is now and she loves him completely.
They get on, both as daft as each other. He winds her up; she winds him up. They play together and he is a proper granddad who does granddad type things.
So I miss parts of him that he misses but at least they are both enjoying their time together.