My Grandfather, This Magician Capable Of Inventing Magical Memories – Being Parents
Super hero of my childhood, with his silver hair in the wind and his heart of gold, my grandfather is the initiator of the best moments of my life. His beard no longer brushes my cheeks to give me a warm, tender kiss, but it’s my fleeting tears that do when one of these memories comes back to me.
In such moments, I only wish one thing: that this wonderful being would come down from heaven for a moment so that I could feel the protection of his arms. So I will give anything so that I can feel his wrinkled hands caress my face once more. Her kisses and her looks that speak of her unwavering love and above all, of her pride and devotion.
He took care of me, educated me and accompanied me. He entertained me with his tales, his lullabies and above all with his incredible life experiences. Each anecdote is a sharing of wisdom, courage and intelligence. It is for this reason that these experiences are a real treasure. The best legacy my grandfather left me.
The memories that my grandfather, the magician, left me
My grandfather, this creator of moving memories, is one of the most beautiful stars in the sky. From up there, his memory continues to teach me and accompany me on my way. This being that I will never forget for the greatness of his being, his frankness, our deep complicity and his discretion for all secrets.
In addition, I experienced unique moments with my grandfather. I shared my favorite food and together we enjoyed an endless number of over-filling desserts. I let myself be lulled by this so special perfume that was his, I hurried to take endless and memorable walks by his side.
In the mornings we sowed seeds and planted trees, in the afternoons we could smell hot cakes. Gifts, candy, hugs, hugs and a thousand kisses for me. I felt protected, supported and spoiled to the slightest whim.
Having my grandfather by my side was definitely like touching the sky with my hands. We watched cartoons together, we discussed what we had seen on television, we shared all kinds of activities. My grandfather gave me my first contact with the news papers through his old radio that was on in the morning.
Between fruit juices and games, adventures and our little follies, we told each other the best stories and secrets. Endless surprises unfolded every day next to the most dear and important beings in my life.
My grandfather, master of limitless love
My grandfather is a magician capable of making me remember the most beautiful things of my childhood and my education. It is the source of endless learning and teaching. I owe part of my personality, my security and self-confidence, including my self-esteem, to my grandfather.
This adorable elder knew how to take care of me in a special way, different from the inexplicable and unconditional love of my father and mother. Just like them, accompanying them forever, he decided to give me everything he could with his hands, no matter the cost or the price, without ever asking for anything in return.
Without resorting to technology or social media, he never forgot an important date or birthday. Of course, that was before the ravages of time took their toll on his memory. But even then, I was determined to kiss him every day, although he didn’t recognize me.
It is in these kisses that the memories were born that keep coming back to me. These are the same memories that marked my childhood forever. A childhood surrounded by love without limits, that of my grandfather, this magician capable of finding life in my imagination.
