Memories from a future past
My grandpa died so many years before I published my first piece online. I’d wish he could have read some of the articles I’ve written –despite I know that was literally impossible because he never learned how to do it– and see by himself the claps from people who don’t know me at all. I bet he will be so proud of me and will say something like: “that’s the fucking way to do it, my loved little asshole.” That was the way he showed us his love, cursing all the time. He was a really cool and amazing guy.
When I was so young, maybe 6 or 8 years old, I dreamed about a future where I’ll be so rich –I never figure out where my wealth came from, but I guess that wasn’t important at that age– that I could travel around the world at any time and I could bring all my family with me. And, of course, my grandpa was in the first line by my side.
I remember once when I dreamed about us traveling to Europe. Spain was our first stop. I was so young, so I didn’t care about the cities’ names or such details, OK? But I clearly remember we were at different places, visiting churches and viewing buildings –he always loved architecture, so I guess that made sense to me at that time–, and of course, eating in fancy restaurants. I can remember how I dreamed about him eating paella with a beer and cursing all the time something like: “Hey son, this fucking gachupines don’t know shit about building, but they are so fucking good at cocking this shit.” He looked so happy and I was too because I was so blessed of being there, sitting right next to him in Spain.
When we hit Paris, he was absolutely enchanted with the women and how the French sounded. He said they all were like singing all the time. And the girls, oh my dear God, he fell in love every 5 minutes over there. My grandpa always was that way, he, he. But when we visited the Eiffel tower, he totally forgot about women. He was amazed by the structure and everything around it. He was so pleased and happy, that he hugged me almost every 5 minutes, really proud. That was one of the greatest moments we ever had in the whole trip.
Sadly, all these memories never happened. He died 1 year before I could finish College, twenty-one years ago, and we never had the chance to do any of this. I thought I will always have time enough for everything in my life, but later I realized how wrong I was.
Last week, while I was checking my Instagram I saw a pic about a couple having breakfast in Paris, almost naked in bed, and I thought instantly about my wife. They looked younger than us –well, younger than me, OK? my wife is still young enough– but overall, they appeared so in love. A couple of hours later, my wife tagged me in the same picture and asked me: “When are we going to do this, my love?” I don’t want this to be another memory of a future past that will never happen.
I replied: “It has to be in no more than a year, honey!”
So, Universe and grandpa: we all together have to make this happen and we have today less than 365 days. No time to lose now!
And thanks in advance!
