Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. Desmond Tutu
My story is true, almost unbelievable, yet nevertheless true. It is the marvelous journey of my paternal grandfather.
There probably not many who can say this, I watched my grandfather go to school.
My grandfather went through at the time was ground breaking. He had to have brain surgery. This was back in the late fifties or early sixties. During the surgery he died. However, they were able to revive him.
This is where I can remember the rest of this story.
I do not ever recall my grandfather speaking fluent English. The surgery and the death left him pretty much a blank slate. So, he had to learn to speak again, then he had to go back to school to learn to read and write.
When we went to visit he would call my dad, he called him Micky. He would be excited and he would pull out paper to show what he had done in school. It truly was something to see him be so excited. Sometimes though he could not find the correct words, so every once in a while he would blurt ‘gd’ (I am using the short form).
This crisis we are going through is taking an extreme toll on people’s ability to have hope. Everyone asking the same question, “when can we come out of our houses”.
I shared my grandfather’s journey to let everyone know, “There is always hope”!