flashbacks
This is what happens when I'm left all alone in a room with nothing to do...I get flashbacks. I usually get them at church while my mind is wandering (shhh...don't tell!). The ones at church are typically horrible experiences or embarassing on my part; they're always set at church while I was still little. Recently, I've been getting flashbacks of my dad, and it sometimes depresses me, like I could cry here at work.
Well, this one involved my grandpa. This was second grade, in Mrs. Daly's class. I remember it was some sort of 'bring someone to school day.' It was supposed to be a school wide event, but Mrs. Daly was gone for the actual scheduled day, so we had our own. I brought in my grandpa. All I can remember was that there was a timeline on the chalkboard, each guest would put the time they were born or something like that. It was grandpa's turn to speak, and for some reason it was captavating to everyone. I really don't remember why, I just remember that I was proud of him; I had a great appreciation, even though I was still little. Did it have to do with some sort of war that he was involved in? Coming from a poor country starting life anew in the US with nothing in his pockets? Just the fact that he was old? After that day, I recall my teacher asking about my grandpa from time to time. I don't think she was doing it to be nice, it seemed genuine; I guess he made a big impression.
Whenever I get flashbacks with my dad or grandpa, it just makes me miss them more. What I get from these flashbacks is that there's a little regret about how much I took for granted all these moments together with them, not when I was little, but in the near past. All I have now are just the memories of them.
Well, this one involved my grandpa. This was second grade, in Mrs. Daly's class. I remember it was some sort of 'bring someone to school day.' It was supposed to be a school wide event, but Mrs. Daly was gone for the actual scheduled day, so we had our own. I brought in my grandpa. All I can remember was that there was a timeline on the chalkboard, each guest would put the time they were born or something like that. It was grandpa's turn to speak, and for some reason it was captavating to everyone. I really don't remember why, I just remember that I was proud of him; I had a great appreciation, even though I was still little. Did it have to do with some sort of war that he was involved in? Coming from a poor country starting life anew in the US with nothing in his pockets? Just the fact that he was old? After that day, I recall my teacher asking about my grandpa from time to time. I don't think she was doing it to be nice, it seemed genuine; I guess he made a big impression.
Whenever I get flashbacks with my dad or grandpa, it just makes me miss them more. What I get from these flashbacks is that there's a little regret about how much I took for granted all these moments together with them, not when I was little, but in the near past. All I have now are just the memories of them.