PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I always hear those stories about how my grandpa fell in love with his guitar since he was a young man, he had it since he started university. His childhood was very harsh because he couldn’t afford it, but later on he worked and got it for himself. When he was growing up he wanted to be a musician, but life, and his father, changed his decision so he became an Engineer. But while he was at school, at home, or even on his vacation trips, that guitar would always be by his side or in his back. My dad told me he learned music because every night my grandpa would play his guitar to him and teach him some things. He was not that great at music, but he loved his guitar. It was his guitar, no matter what. Time passed by and my grandpa got older, but yet his guitar was still with him. Years later he reunited with some friends and they used to play together every two weeks. This went on for almost four years, until he later got sick and didn’t had enough strength to play. Of course, this was devastating for him. The pain he had when playing was intense due to arthritis, he could not move his fingers and hands that well, it hurt him. Doctors said that it was better for him not to play anymore or he could loose mobility. Until one day, months later, we went to his home to visit as we usually did on Sundays. We heard music from the outside. Entering the house we found him downstairs at the couch with his guitar on hand. He was barely playing and he was crying. 3 months later his heart stopped and passed away. The guitar of my grandpa was passed to my dad and later on, when I was 16 it was passed to me due to my recent interest on music. Thanks to that I learned to never give up on the things I love the most, work hard for it even if it can hurt me, no one can stop me from doing what I love. I thank my grandpa for his guitar and always remember him when playing music because thanks to his passion, I got it too.