A Letter to my Grandpa
By Julia Fernandes
June 29, 2011
They say genes skipgenerations. Maybe, that's whygrandparents find their grandchildren so likeable. -- Joan McIntosh
I am Julia, your beloved daughter -- Moira’s youngest child. Wehave a chequered connection. I was born on 22nd May and just a fewdays later on 29th May you left for your Heavenly abode. When I cameyou left this world Grandpa. I never got to see you and you never got to seeme. We missed each other!
Since then I have grown up on a staple diet of the storiesMom has shared with us about you and the days gone by. Mom often talks aboutyou and the wonderful father that you have been. I know you were a soft-spoken andrefined man never raising your voice or hands on all your four children (threesons and one daughter).
The closest glimpse I have ever got of what an idealFather’s love and behaviour should be towards his children is through theexperiences Mom has narrated about you. I listen with awe when Mom would describehow you would come home tired from work at noon and with your hands full ofgrease would snap your fingers and lovingly gesture to your hungry children, "Just two minutes ha." After a quick wash you would prepare a frugal meal foryour kids and then rush back to work. For a father to come from work andprepare food willingly and happily for his children is remarkable.
I remember an incident from my school days. We were asked towrite an essay about, "My Grandfather". I just closed my eyes and imagined if Ihad a Grandpa what would he be like and I wrote the essay. And to my surprisemy essay was selected as the best essay, and my teacher was so impressed thatshe came up to me and congratulated me. She asked me how was I able to write sorealistically. I just remained quiet. That day a girl who has never seen orknown what a Grandfather is managed to pen the best essay in her class!
I know Mummy was a little prankster always invitinginjuries. A smile escapes my lips when Mom recalls how you would lovingly attendto and take care of all her physical wounds not once reprimanding her. Today,when I see parents hitting their children for the mischief they do, I rememberyou and your patience!
Despite the hard times that fell on your family, you nevergrumbled or cribbed about your situation. You accepted with patience andfortitude everything that played out in your life. Well, Grandpa, Mom has thesame grace and dignity that you possessed and the same values have been passedon to us.
I love music. I know you were an accomplished violinist evencomposing notes on the spot. Had you been alive, I would have definitely learntto play the violin and played along with you and who knows we would havetogether churned out some fresh compositions.
I admire the way you held the family together with love. Youwere undoubtedly the best Dad any child could have and, am sure had you beenalive you would have also been the best Grandpa. And, as a tribute to thewonderful values of the Rebello family, I also go by the name of Blossom Rebello(wink wink)!
Love you Grandpa…
Your loving granddaughter,
- God and His wonders
- Letter to the Holy Father: Pope
- Spiritual Dangers in the Church
- God and His ways
- Living Life
- Guest articles
- Tryst with God's creatures
- Love Tales
- My poems
- Life's Musings
- My Reflections
- Interactions with God
- Being Good Parents
- Professional Tips by God
- Soul Searching
- Why is December 21, 2012 so special?
- Random Thoughts
- About me
- Contact me
- Special thanks to Page4