I see him right now
I see him right now
Is it true? I ask my oldest brother, I will not see grandfather anymore, he answered no, it is not true.
“We will see him more,” my brother said. “Every time we feed the canary in the bird cage that he made, we will see him; in the rose garden that he planted we will see him; in the piano bench he built for you, in the old chair in the backyard where he sat and read to us, with his friends when they talk about him, at the park where he played the guitar, in our hearts forever.”
“Do you understand?” he asks me.
“Yes I do. I see him right now.”
On Thursday evening, I received a phone call from my oldest brother, he was happy like always. He told me, “Have the Lambrusco red wine ready, I want to show you my new guitar. I’ll be there tomorrow evening.”
I had not seen my brother since our last family reunion back in March, but always kept in touch with phone calls and email. We always been so closed and I have learned so much from him. I was very happy he was coming and decided to surprise him with one of his favorite dishes “spicy shrimp with rice” and of course the wine.
On Friday morning
But you know, I will see my brother more. Every time I open the music box he made for me, in our pictures together holding me, in my living room playing the guitar, in the books he gave me, at the park where we play, in his children and grandchildren, in my heart forever.
Do you understand? I see him right now.
By Mardo…
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September 21st, 2007 at 8:19 am
Dear Mardo,
It interest me reading all these storys. This is the first one that drove my eyes to tears. It really touch home. Thankyou so much for sharing this story and hope to read more.
September 21st, 2007 at 10:21 am
The comment ahead of this one says all. I do want to say that while the Internet may be impersonal, it is these situations that brings out the personal and the personality. Death is the last thing any of us wants to touch our lives, but Mardo not only shared and touched us by her own tragedy and very movingly and deeply, but she shows what an aware human being she is because writing so gently, with no anger or rage, tells us, the outsiders, she is already healing. What a tribute to her brother and what a lesson we can all learn from this one little post that takes about two minutes to read but lasts in our heads forever. Love those you love, one day, any day, any minute they might be gone from life; but Mardo shows us it does not mean they are gone from within us. It takes a strong and developed heart and soul to see that though.
Thank you, Mardo, and I also have shed tears for you and the pain you experience now. I can tell you it never completely goes away but it does diminish, subside, and some times, long from now, you will even have moments when you forget it.
I don’t know you, I don’t know your brother, but I think he just smiled at me from somewhere in the beyond.