So I spent quite a bit of time tonight with my mom and in her attempts to try and comfort me that everything will be fine and we'll manage with the new drain situation there was this silver thread, always tracing back to an man I greatly admire, my grandpa Tonio.
Grandpa Tonio had the bluest of eyes with that flickering glint in them, the nicest smile and the calmness that few people have about them nowadays. Although he and my grandma had to go through years of poverty, raising 14 kids and building a house and farm of their own, he always found a way to make things work. In his older years, grandpa Tonio even babysat me, tucking me in bed, making sure I had a little light and was ok sleeping in a big girl bed alone in their big house on the second floor all by myself.
I was 14 years old when Grandpa passed onto a better life but I think of him almost every day. I wish I could have walked down the aisle with him on one side and my other grandpa on the other. Both Grandpas were not tall, not absolutely handsome but to me, they are the proof that I can achieve anything. Tonio is my grandpa and I am very proud of that, and being his grand daughter I stand here tonight thinking that he left me all his courage,strenght, will and determination. I am a better person because of my grandpa. And ok, I have to say, I miss him often ;-)
oh. and my toe is broken.
good night!
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