grandparents
photo of me and one of my brothers in a playhouse at our grandparent’s house (❣️ the pants )
Perhaps not everyone can say they super-love their grandparents, for whatever reasons, but I am fortunate to say that they still affect me even though they’ve been gone since the summer of 1997. They were very different from each other, and although I love them both, yes, I have a favorite.
the voice and figure of my paternal grandfather still loom over my life
Loom sounds sinister and heavy, which is not how I mean it. Hmmm, the definition of loom definitely does not properly describe what I mean. I should think of a better word, for sure.
My Mom’s father died when I was little. I only remember him at the wake. 😔 And he on the front porch with his arms wide open to receive us once. I was very little. Sofia, my Mother’s mom, also influenced me, but she lived far away, and we did not see her as often, which is why I don’t remember my grandfather much before he died. Sofia (Mami Fia to us) was the one who called my father James.
I still want to ‘show my grandfather’ who I am. (As if he didn’t know?)
This is a tribute to them.
What is this … ?
I would like to say, even if in a whisper, me. I want to be a tribute to them, if possible.
they are in everything i write
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