I was one of those kids whose mom and dad worked all day. I had no extracurricular activities, has we had no money for such things. I had no brothers, just a friend from kindergarten that I saw from time to time. All I had was my dear grandfather, the man that took care of me as a kid. he wasn’t young, he had already passed the 7 decades mark when I came out of kindergarten. I was growing stronger, bigger healthier. I was unaware how each day he would become sicker. He was ill. I saw him has tall, strong and vivid I had no idea he was getting weaker day by day…
My childhood was lonely. I had as my best friend’s bough my imagination; my world and my grandfather…my connection to the real world…
The years went by as he took care of me up until the moment things reversed. has a young teenager I had to take care of him; the real world was stroking me. My world was shaken…I was young and a great responsibility was on my shoulders. Although I came to have in due time 2 great friends, I couldn’t forget my dear grandfather…
One year, two or three after I started taking care of him, I started having little premonitions. I somewhat new time was up, I thought I was crazy. I disregarded my instinct. It was December the day after my first Christmas without my beloved grandfather…I received the news from my mother. My grandfather had perished…I hugged my mother…and I cried…
for everything thank you my dear grandfather...
This isn’t fiction, this isn’t fabricated…this is me writing what I felt…this is a real story, my story’s wrote this because I needed to express the feelings that came to the surface while replying to a thread.
To those who read, i say thank you too
My childhood was lonely. I had as my best friend’s bough my imagination; my world and my grandfather…my connection to the real world…
The years went by as he took care of me up until the moment things reversed. has a young teenager I had to take care of him; the real world was stroking me. My world was shaken…I was young and a great responsibility was on my shoulders. Although I came to have in due time 2 great friends, I couldn’t forget my dear grandfather…
One year, two or three after I started taking care of him, I started having little premonitions. I somewhat new time was up, I thought I was crazy. I disregarded my instinct. It was December the day after my first Christmas without my beloved grandfather…I received the news from my mother. My grandfather had perished…I hugged my mother…and I cried…
for everything thank you my dear grandfather...
This isn’t fiction, this isn’t fabricated…this is me writing what I felt…this is a real story, my story’s wrote this because I needed to express the feelings that came to the surface while replying to a thread.
To those who read, i say thank you too
