Sunday, August 13, 2017

Goodnight Abuelo

(from November 2008)

I turn off the reading light, folding my thick book against my chest.Again, as the night before and the night before that, the two of us end our evening sitting in reclining chairs facing the TV.

Last night we watched a game show, then musicals.

Tonight we're watching M*A*S*H.

Soon enough, having finished his milk and cake, he falls asleep in the chair, dark blue slippers dangling from his black socked feet.

I turn the TV down, smooth the hair off his forehead and kiss him above his eyes.

He stirs, smiles, and calls me "Me vida," (my life), and I believe him.

Without turning back, I walk down the narrow hall to Abuela's room, book in hand, then sit in the silent darkness, thankful.