During these past few days my grandfather had been very ill in the hospital, it wasn’t the first time but still, I was praying in order for him to recover quickly.
So, very early this morning, I was woken up by a call I received from my mother, telling me that he had just passed away. When I picked up the phone and saw the number on the caller ID, I sort of knew right away what had happened before asking anything.
And the thing is that, I surely wasn’t expecting this to happen 4 months ago when I came to this country. As I said in previous posts, I knew that things will never be the same when I get back to Panama, I just didn’t know how different they were gonna be.
I have many memories with him.
Whenever we spent weekends together on my parents farm we would play dominoes with my brothers until very late in the night.
We used to go almost every Sunday to his house when I was a kid and he would cook for us, my grandpa was the best cook ever, I missed his food a lot when he stopped cooking.
He used to tell stories all the time from when he was working at the Panama Canal zone, that I really didn’t pay much attention to because I always felt I had heard them thousands of times.
My grandpa was really good at drawing, painting and many other things.
He was 84 years old, the next month was his birthday. Over the past few years he had spent a lot of time on hospitals, but always recovered somehow, and I sort of thought it was going to be the same this time.
I’m really going to miss you grandpa, and I’m terribly sorry for not being able to be there in your last moments. I can’t even go to your funeral because the plane ticket costs three times the money I have saved until now, please forgive me.
I know you must be in a much better place right now, so please rest, and watch from there.
Recent Comments