Ninety-four Year Old Eyes
Grandpa Jose, my paternal grandfather, lives in our house. I go to his room every now and then to check on him and today I know he couldn't catch a glimpse of me.
The saying is true that we are as old as our veins, and the same goes with our eyes. My Granddad is no different. During the start of his ninety-fourth year of living, his eyes gave up their responsibility.
When I speak to him his head didn't face me. I feel
this huge heaviness in my chest. I keep asking myself if I have been observant enough. How long have I not known that my beloved Granddad can't see anymore?
The mirrors of his soul are lost. I feel very sad although I know this is only natural because of his age. I know he has lost his appetite and many more of his youth. He becomes weaker each day but I was never prepared to see him lose his eyesight.
Just the sound of my voice brought life to his face. I gave him a cheese burger earlier today and he recognized the smell of it. I placed it on his thin shaky hands and he thanked me though he didn't know where to look at. His happiness was shinning through like the sun. He gave a thankful smile and I had to stop myself from crying because I know he'll definitely hear me if I started to sob. I hugged him and told him I love him. That was all I could do.
I hope his heart can see what his eyes can no longer see. I do want to spend more time with him because he seems like a burning candle that's about to lose its wax. I love him with all my heart and I feel like a little kid when I'm with him. He took care of me when I was little and I can never forget his kindness. I'm about to finish my Nursing Degree and I hope he can wait until I graduate next April. I know he waited to see my 18th birthday and now that I'm about to turn 20 in November I hope he will stay longer. I hope he can hold on a little longer. That's all I'm wishing for.