Happy Birthday Grandpa!
Before I even knew I wanted to be a writer, my grandfather Patricio knew! One of the gifts he gave me was a pen in a leather case. I wish I had kept that pen, but it was lost in the fabric of time, somewhere I misplaced that pen, and into the time sphere, it went.
Today August 31, would have been his birthday, and I find myself thinking about him as I always do when his birthday comes by. My grandfather was a sagacious man, and he always knew what to say and when to say it. He was one of my early hero’s and a champion too! He’d always greet me with a smile and slip a dollar in my hand when no one was looking so I’d be ready when the ice cream man came by.
He was born in the year 1916 in Prescott, Arizona. Quite a few events were going on; World War I’s Battle of Somme, Battle of Transylvania, the Mexican Revolution led by Pancho Villa.
He was the son of immigrants Amalia Delarosa Najera and Refugio Najera. My grandfather Pat built his way with keen and grit. He never let others define him or limit him, and he gave me a priceless gift; wings.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa!