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That Same Old Rocking Chair.
¡Oh how I still remember that same old rocking chair after a decade! Made in a small factory on the outside of this city, this chair would just not go away. There goes my grandfather on the road when this great white rocking chair caches his eye. He stops with a wide look and a big smile, he already knew he was going to give that chair a new owner. So next thing he does, is call us immediately, because that chair would not carry itself. ! Oh I still remember the heat on that day! ! 40 degrees and there we were, loading a big ugly rocking chair into the back of a Crown Victoria! So finally it the long trip back home was over, the rocking chair was finally at the place it would remain for more than 10 years. Every day the man would wake up and immediately walk to that chair, drink a coke and smoke a cigarette, the dream really. He was faithful to his friend the chair, even when it rained , when it snowed, when it was as hot as an oven, there he would be, rocking .. rocking… rocking… forward… back… forward… back. The house would get a makeover, the kitchen floor would change, the garage would get bigger, the living room would get a new carpet. ! Oh but how that same old rocking chair would just not move! Whenever the family would get together to celebrate an event like a birthday or Christmas, we would all make a circle around that chair. Even when his health was not on his best, he would go all the way from the hospital to his house just to sit on his beloved rocking chair. Every month he would clean it by hand, polish it and give it a new coat of paint. ! Oh how he would refuse to leave the city because he feared his beloved old rocking chair would get stolen! Just as that rocking chair moved, so did time. My dear grandfather passed, spending his last days on that rocking chair. Summers and winters have passed, the house abandoned, no cokes were drunk anymore, no cigarettes were smoked. !Oh but the worst part is still to come! To this day the same old rocking chair stays on the porch of that house, silent, waiting for a new owner.
