My grandfather used to carry me when I was a kid, and in his tough and rough hands, there always stood, a bright golden ring. A peculiar man he has always been, the conservative type of man that you no longer see. He used to wake up, before the sun even did, and before anybody could yawn he was already gone. The mornings were a time of sanctity for him. He took his books for a date, alongside coffee and bread. His afternoons were a time to get things done, from drawing the most amazing blueprints, to tightening the nuts and bolts of his craftsmen work. The nights were a time for him to get rest, sitting on his sofa or on his bed, eating popcorn or M&M's, he saw every movie ever filmed, from spy stories to western tales. And in the days or at nights, on tragedies and good times, there always was, that bright golden ring. He has never been the type of affectionate guy, my mother says that it is because he was born on a different time. He has never been used to say the “three word phrase”, except to his wife. My grandmother, who rests in peace, was the most incredible gal. He misses her. It is pretty easy to notice that. I believe that maybe inside of him, he regrets some things he didn’t do when she was alive. But I remember some of the last hugs they gave each other, those type of hugs that you want to last forever, the type of hugs you wish that will never go away, the type of hugs my grandfather knows he should have given to her all his life. And in those goodbye hugs I saw him give, there always stood that bright golden ring. My grandfather used to carry me as a kid, and in his tough rough hands, there always stood his bright golden ring. Times have changed and so have I, and the roles we played have turned around. His hands aren’t rough or tough anymore, you can see in his palms that he has become old. I carry my grandfather when he’s feeling weak, and with my young and strong hands I take him where he needs, and if you look closely, on one of my finger you’ll see, that bright golden ring that my grandfather has passed on to me.
