Rest in Peace Grandma Lupe. I love you with all that is in me.. You’re my heart.
Today in church
Today in church, I started to cry. Not because of the message that was being preached.. Or because I could feel the presence of God through out my whole church.. But because of my grandpa. Think about when you’re in church, and the pastor asks everyone to, “please stand up” There are some that don’t, some that are enthused to, and some (like me) that are thinking, “man, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I do NOT wanna stand for another 30 minutes…” I look to my left, and my grandpa is standing tall and proud, with one hand stretched out in front of him reaching towards the pastor, and the other hand holding the bench in front of him so that he can keep his balance. Know why.? He recently had surgery to amputate his right leg. About a month ago actually.. So keep in mind, he’s still pretty weak.
He has so much love for God, I can see it in his eyes. He was so happy to be back in church, singing, and crying.. But what got me really emotional, was when he tried to clap his hands, he kept loosing his balance, and catching himself on the bench. He started to cry more, and so did I. He wanted so badly to to clap his hands, and praise God like the last time he was in church, but he couldn’t.
Here I am, Always wanting to just sit and listen, While my grandpa stands any chance he gets, praising to his fullest ability any chance get gets, regardless of his disabilities. It was so inspiring. He truly touches my heart.. He touches everyones heart. I wish you could meet him.
I kid you not, he prays every five minutes. He talks to God, out loud, as if he knows he’s listening. He always says, “excuse me lord Jesus..” and continues on with what he has to say.
He’s such an inspiration. I love him so much.
Mis
Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army green Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He’s a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said would you mind sittin’ down for a while And talking to me, I’m feeling a little low She said I’m off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don’t care I got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier Our love will never end Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier’s coming home
So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of He said when it’s getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin’ down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don’t worry but I won’t be able to write for awhile
One Friday night at a football game The Lord’s Prayer said and the Anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your heads For a list of local Vietnam dead Crying all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And one name read but nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
As I sit in the valley plaza food court, eating away at my delicious Anntie Anne pretzel, I couldnt help but notice this group of four girls.. One was of Asian ethnicity, one Indian, one white/Spanish, one Mexican. All four of these girls looked like their own individual person. They all had a different look, not what our society would consider model like, but they were all beautiful, in their own way. They all sat at the same table, eating away at their panda express, and I couldn’t help but feel a huge sense of pureness in their friendship. I couldn’t make out what their conversation was about, but the way each girl was engaging in it was so endearing. When do you see friendships like that anymore.? That aren’t based off of things like common image or ethnicity..
