remembrance
September 1, 2011 § 2 Comments
Each of us have personal holidays, dates that seem to resonate within us. These days are typically mapped on our hearts, unmarked on calendars. Each year, on this day, I indulge in a moment of remembrance for the man I called my Bumpa. A silly name for a strong, quiet man who lived with grace, generosity, and wisdom. If I close my eyes, I see him walking tall ahead of me as I shadowed him through his day waiting for an opportunity to sit together in silence underneath a tree, an easy company in the absence of words. Humble and humorous, I miss his smile today.
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Thank you for the wonderful memory. Bumpa certainly helped shape who I am today from his pride in my first paycheck and admonishment to “put it in the bank”, to his love of desserts with a dance and “cakee, cakee” chant.
My greatest regrets are that I didn’t have more years with Bumpa and that my children know him only in stories. There is almost as much joy in the word “cakee” as there is in Bumpa.