The grandfather: Edison. He arrived and everyone stood at the entrance of the house: they applauded his gestures. He walked counting: the steps. Slow. But his smile and his mere presence vindicated: All silence!
Then he wanted to do the salt ritual (it looked like an XMonk plot for a moment)
Bierny –He agreed, without losing sight of his actions.
There are relatives, whose absence hurts, due to the need that occurs. And when they appear or return (many of them like to die, say goodbye to their loved ones who still love them despite the existential emptiness they caused you and will cause)
We went up, inland beach, he was made in groups, at the step of grandfather Edinson. We start from the North Pan-American. On the flight of planes: (by the airport of the ever-emerging city of Nuevo Chimbote)
You can still do that tour on foot.
Running jogs with a friend.
On a rolling bicycle, with an obstacle course: carrying a partner.
In a car: with an open hood, better a truck with an umbrella for the sun that hugs you, like the one that people accompany.
There we had it, Misha was already 5 years old and her grandfather Edinson: raised it to the sun, and with an easterly wind, that smell of the sea, of health, of the stillness of singing waves.
Will you dad? Bierny asked once more.
Of course, son is the privilege of men in the family –Grandfather Edinson clarified.
And surrounded by everyone, we help him get to the beach. It was a caravan of attentive eyes and arms ready to help.
And he submerged it in the water, as in a baptism under the immense sky of the Creator. (That was a sign of belonging, of homage, of favor: Thanksgiving.