THE GRANDPA IN ME

grandpa

When I was a toddler, my mother’s father lived with us for a while.  I had only a shade of a memory at that time because you cannot expect a two year old kid to memorize his environment clearly.  His brains were not that developed yet.  The most vivid recollection I had then was to serve my grandpa his meals as prepared by my mother.  And it was a plateful—a cup of rice, vegetable as viand and an over ripe banana.  I recalled confronting mother with a complaint that grandpa does not deserve a blackish peel.  My mother merely gave me a serious glance but after that I remembered that I dropped the fruit and picked a glowingly yellow banana.

When I presented the plate to grandpa, I saw his furious brow crossed, eyes reddened and blushing cheek.  I could sense his anger.  He whispered that the banana I gave him would make him sick.  He preferred the overripe one because it made him live longer!  From that time on, I could no longer remember  if I volunteered to bring my grandpa’s meal to his room  anymore or because he was forced to eat the clean looking fruit he died immediately.

That was my first brush with a senior citizen.  Several decades later, I would assume the same persona.  After I have celebrated my 60th birthday, I realized that I am already on the same league as those I would reckon for their age.  My hair turned gray, even my precious beard, a neatly trimmed facial decoration on my chin indicating, in my estimation, greatness in scholarship, much like those scientists I have been idolizing during school days in the confines of the library.

And here I am trying to act like the oldie I would recall those ageing close relatives during my halcyon days.  They walked slowly, almost cautiously.  Their eyes troubled and would focus with difficulty.  Their breathing was strenuous; wrinkles were obvious on their complexion.  Every time they would open their mouths, it was a Technicolor sight as a consequence of various tablets and medicinal compound ingested.  The problem there however is that I never experienced the same condition as they had.

I still walk briskly although at times I would catch my breath.  I still could read books and gaze at the monitor for internet update for hours without rest.  I am still a heavy smoker and I could still count the crow feet on my eyes whenever I giggle.  The only medicine I take is Vitamin C and have never tasted any kind of medicinal intervention ever since.

More than that, I also have discarded the usual trait of old people—sensitive, irritable, petulant and prickly.  I am more given to laughter, more hilarity and amusement.

And oh yes, after reaching the senior stage, I am more respectful of time.  A day is always seen as precious as an accomplishment.  More than that, I am already a grandpa less those physical deformities and qualities that define one.  And I look forward to look at life as an adventure filled occasion along with my grandchildren.

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About vjtesoro

A perpetual student of Corrections

Posted on June 4, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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