Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Right Tonsil Covered In White



are over ten years we lack. We

faults especially the one you wanted, you know, Grandma, Mom, your son and Paula and I, for example.

Often, when someone dies listen to those who remain complain of the vacuum that leaves loved.

Not you, you left us full of many things, all very valuable. You, so few words, you were generous in your gestures and save you endless memories. To complete a thousand lives, Grandpa.

I have my favorites, that I recall every time you want to spend a little while. I will not count them all, some are and will always be only ours. I keep in the background the soul, in a secret box open when I'm sad and I look and Remiro and entertain me in detail, until the memory starts to hurt and then close it. There are some who do not hurt easily and I imagine you sitting in your chair long, gray hair against the light, reading the newspaper or listening to Manolo Caracol, at home, at The Ship, with the living room windows open, or getting up from the table , just after lunch to go see "the party" and I sitting next to you hand over hand ... I also remember the dinner, sitting at the round table in the parlor with your apple and this grama ... or by taking a piece of toast with honey ... the final honey ... that honey ... that hurts, see? Close the box again.

There are loves that last a lifetime, grandfather, and you who were capable only of good left us this lesson preached by example. Always able to forgive, and harder than the insults have been able to return the love that we gave you multiplied to the point that we've left all his pockets full, overflowing with tenderness. The one you gave off, Grandpa. Lived with the good nature and naiveté that only children can. And you left giving thanks for what you wanted.

If there is a heaven where you thought, I know there will be occupying an important place, with sea views, safe and garage. That garage, you see? It also hurts. I close the box again.

I have no such luck, I do not believe in your sky, but I have of ever dream you want. I close my eyes and immediately thought of you I will show up. Tonight no further than we had the two together and as usual I woke up wanting to thank you for coming to see me. And here I am, grandfather, with a thank you and love you.
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