An early post from 2015 (Grandpa-ism)

Reposting this for what might be the 7th time. A lovely short read, early experience from my past. Took place perhaps in the early 2000’s. It was a painful time for me. I did what I could. But the post captures something sweet which only children can contribute with their beauty.
I offer my apologies if this for you is too soon a reposting (having recently read this).

EDIT

I Was Grandpa

I remember…..

I was Grandpa.
I woke up on a mat on the floor in the living room appertaining to Opal Respeto, my daughter.
On this occasion like some others, this was a pit stop for me.
The traveler.
I had picked up this habit after my Marriage broke up. I didn’t know it at the time, but I would be traveling far for quite a while, especially in my mental development.
But on this morning, as I lay there facing the wall I was Grandpa.
The following is why;
On this morning I was to leave for New Jersey and a new life.
The kids didn’t know when next we would meet.
Tati, Nique and Mimi were up. With that air, beautiful air that little kids have when soon after awakening. You know what I mean. A lovely picture of tousled hair, rosy cheeks and puffy eyes that belong shut, but somehow are now opened. A little bit of awkwardness is evident, because the little body has not agreed with the brain that they will remain awake.
Ages ranged; 4, 8 and 10.
Nique was speaking in a normal voice that could be heard.

“Grandpa is leaving today” (Nique).
“Be quiet so that you don’t wake him up. If he wakes up he’ll leave sooner.”
(Tati).
They crept around very quietly and whispered to one another.
As I lay there facing the wall, tears streamed on my pillow.
I was Grandpa.

I can be reached: at turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida)

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3 comments

  1. This is powerful Miguel. Our heart felt your tears that had to have been a mixture of emotions. The sentence struck us was, “I would be traveling far for quite a while, especially in my mental development.” Could relate with powerful joy after looking back.

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