Grandpa

Grandpa 
 
The  formal  standard  suit  he  chose to  wear was  too  much for  his frail  body  to  carry, 
just  like  the  memories  back  at  home  when  his  father  passed  away.  Every  few 
minutes  he would check  his wristwatch waiting  for  the bells to ring. Faded scars and 
bruises  would  appear  each time  he drew back  his sleeve  while he  was hurrying the 
hands of the clock around.   
 
Once  again  the  church  was  active;  elderly  people  with  their  grandchildren,   retired 
couples  and loyal members  of the church, enjoying their morning  break with tea and 
biscuits.  Grandpa  sat  at  the  furthest  table  alone.  Jubilation  and  laughter  filled  the 
space around  him  as  if  it  was waiting  for  him to  re  boost with energy. Everyone was 
up and  about interacting  with new  people, except for Grandpa. There was no shift in 
his movements. He just sat there... alone.   
 
Grandpa’s  doleful  eyes  reflected  back  on  the  times  when  he  had  no one. Like  two 
tinted  circles  his  eyes  seemed  to  reflect  on  a  misfortuned  past.  His  mouth  did  not 
show  any  emotions,   just  resignation;  he  did  as  his  father  would  do  as  a  soldier  by 
showing no  emotions. His old wrinkles carved a map of  his life on his moderate facial 
features.  The  way  he  slouched  down  into  his  chair  showed  how  hard  and  lonely  it 
had been. Trying to put the pieces to the puzzle back together from his past.  
 
He  didn’t move,  his scrunched paper  like  hands lightly held each other. For now, the 
only  hand  left  to  hold  was  his  own,  along  with  the  only  human  contact  he  would 
enjoy.  
 
Glancing  around  the  church  he  took  in  smiling   happy  families  sharing  close 
moments,  their  young  childrens  faces  looking  to  them trustingly.  Young couples just 
embarking on  new relationships,  believing  happiness  will  always  be theirs.  Little  did 
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