“Granpa is no here anymore,” he stated, morose, “he go back to very far.”
The little boy raised impossibly long-lashed honey eyes to me but I didn’t think he was looking at anything in the room. His eyes were seeing through the walls and out to where a presence is not constrained by oceans, mileage, and topography.
His little face was pinched in a sad frown and he fingered the edge of his shirt, before taking in a long breath that seemed to fill not only his lungs but also return the sparkle into his eyes. He pointed a small finger at the center of his chest. Exhaled. Took another breath.
“But Granpa no really faraway,” he declared, the last two words blended into one in a sing-song. “My heart think so he only little closer very far.”
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2 thoughts on “A Little Closer”
You got me with this one. A wonderful story sure to touch the heart of every grandpa. Thank you for sharing.
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🙂 Them kids are the ones who are truly wonderful! They certainly get to ME every time … 🙂