Friday 13 ....
For many unlucky day ... for me ... always been one of my favorite days. Whenever he played basketball wearing the number 13! People who know me the longest know that 13 has always been a special number!
Special ... special also because it is now 5 years since my grandfather passed away! Just a Friday 13 ... Gambling? No. .. There can be no chance in a life that lasted and did as much as him! It's funny and remind me realize that memories seem guarded moments of today! I still see him working in the garden in the morning, shaving in the same workplace (the garden) with the help of a mirror hanging on a tree! "Play" in his workshop and I excitedly get for grabbing a hammer or a wrench! To have that hat you always saw ... crying laughing at lunch because my grandmother had a new story to tell ... I remember all this and much more ... I remember ... and I like to remember ... I remember ... and cry ... crying because memories do not replace people ... crying but mostly because those moments of happiness, consciously or not ... We'll take anybody. And tears of joy because I know that I had ...
Thanks grandpa!
(Today I am in Wageningen for a day of fun ... I will write more tomorrow ... but I promise to return!)
Kisses and hugs, John
Marchante
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