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My grandfather´s cane
My grandfather's cane. My grandfather's cane was his faithful companion until the day he passed away. If it was a sunny day, whether it was a rainy day, his cane was always present. Every day when he wake up, he was next to him ready to accompany him on his daily activities. It was never the most beautiful walking stick, the more expensive or more technological, but always served its purpose. The cane was made of aluminum, with buttons to adjust the size and the top was made with a special handle for more comfortable use. He never used a wheelchair or something alike, just his cane. For more than we wanted to buy him a wheelchair to facilitate his movement to one place to another and even hire nurses who could move him, he never abandon his stick. My grandfather was an extraordinary person, a great human being and a great friend. At all times he was surrounded by friends and especially their loved ones. Every Sunday we went to his house to eat and spend time with the family, no matter if he felt bad or weak meals were never canceled. He always had the love of his family who always were supporting him in everything but his cane was his unconditional support and the one who kept him standing. I remember as he said that his cane was like a motor and that without it he couldn’t do nothing, and even joked that without his staff was like kryptonite to Superman. My grandfather, despite his age he liked to walk a lot, although he did it in a slow and careful motion, but it always made him happy and enjoying every step.
My grandfather was a very healthy person and that's what helped him stay alive for so long. It was always an active person and athlete, when he was young, he played football and even basketball to a semi-professional level with the Red Devils team in Mexico City, and he practiced golf until the age of 68. He always liked to talk about sports an even at a early age he encourage us to practice them and sometimes if his health allowed him, he would take us to sports events ,mainly football games because he knew that we liked a lot. I remember that one time he invited us to the 1994 World Cup in the United States, although I was very young I remember much of the second round game against Bulgaria in New York, with a great goal by Cuauhtémoc Blanco.
Currently the cane is in a closet on hold to help someone else make his last step as he did it with my grandfather.
