Thursday, July 19, 2007

Rafael the Lionhearted

Once upon a time, there was a young princess who was spoiled rotten by her grandparents. They showered her with presents, bowed to her every whim, sent her to the best school, gave her candy when the king and queen were away...and let her go to bed without brushing. They even let her sleep in that stuffy plastic firehouse tent whenever she wanted -- her parents could only shake their heads at the monstrous brat they bore into this world.

Just as she was having the best life ever, her grandmother fell seriously ill and passed away soon thereafter. It was cancer, the grown ups said. Since then the disease was right on top of her sh*tlist. The little brat lost one of her bestest friends so she vowed never to lose her grandfather, too.


Twenty two long years have past. The princess looked at her reflection and realized she wasn't so young anymore. Nor was she royalty in any way. With her crown stripped away and her toys buried in dust, she realized that it was time to be the grown up. It was time to learn how to let go...


This is for my ailing grandfather...may he find peace and feel no more pain.

4 comments:

dani said...

sometimes we have to learn how to let go... can be apply in anything.. it is hard.. but it has to be done..

frenchkys said...

It is hard, definitely.

Hey, thanks for the reassurance, Dani, I appreciate it a lot.

spongebabe said...

i'm sorry about your grandfather. i lost my grandmother recently, too. it is sad when you lose people you care about a lot...

frenchkys said...

I'm so sorry for your loss, Spongebabe. Yeah, it's been tough, especially when absolutely nothing is going on and you have all this time to think and miss them even more.

There's a reason why it's called "surviving family members" -- we learn to move on and survive without them.

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment on my posts. They cheered me up!