Pt.4….West Lake Retirement
It was my weekly visit to the small retirement home on West Lake.
Forgotten people that had lived and worked in the general area.
More often than not
you had to wear a surgical mask
you had to be prepared that someone you visited last week would
not be here this week.
My grandfather could easily be that person.
‘Car still running well?’
First question every time.
‘How’s your grandmother?’
Second question every time.
He knew I had the car
but had forgotten that my grandmother
was long gone…. perhaps a memory
too hard to hold onto.
I needed these visits.
My grandfather grounded me.
A previous generation within another generation
battling the same fight that each of us face…
The battle of existence with meaning.
‘Don’t be so melodramatic boy!
Just get out there and get moving.’
‘With the Caddy of course!
You got the schoolin’ now go drive around and
drop off resumes!’
Easier said than done
‘Bah! You stay in the boat and paddle the waters
someone will notice…. you step back on land
and time just passes you by!’
I slammed the heavy door on the caddy
sitting behind the large wheel.
This car could battle through any kind of weather
and with my grandfather’s help