Reminiscing days with Grandpa

February 16th 2009 -

I dreamed of my grandfather last night. In my dream, he was reading me a book just like the old days. He used to be my story teller when I was just a little kid, before I went to bed. I kinda miss the old man. I called him grand daddy. He passed away three years ago. I love summer vacations because I would spend the time with him and my grandma during school break. I usually go with him when he works at the rice field or when he goes fishing at the nearby river. I love those times when we prepare our fishing gadgets early in the morning then spend the whole morning catching fishes for lunch and dinner. In the afternoon, I would often take naps while he goes back to the rice field and check out his plantings.

When I was already working, I would give him Cigar if ever I visit him. He makes his own cigars but he liked better the cigar that I give him. Grandpa used to call me whenever he runs out of Cigars. It’ his way of telling me he misses me and wants me to visit him.

This morning I passed by the cemetery to visit my grandpa’s grave. Though I wish I could have brought him a box of Cigars.