Within each of us is the genetics of our family before us. I have the same face structure as my mom, her energy, craftiness, creativity, and outgoing, friendly character. I have the height of my dad, his love for running, puzzles and scrabble, his goofy character and silly faces. I believe I get my love for the water from my grandpa Captain, my mom’s dad. He passed away when I was three years old. His name is really Donald, but we always called him grandpa Captain because he had a boat named the Donalee, which he owned with two others. It is his birthday tomorrow, he would have been seventy-nine.
It hurts to know that I hardly know anything about him. I ask questions to almost every person I know, to get to know them better…he is one that I want to get to know the most, and can’t.
I wonder what he would have said about my Panama trip.
I wonder what he would have thought about me having a boyfriend.
I wonder what advice he would have for me, for my future.
I imagine I would have been really close to him, because my mom said that I loved to always be with him when I was little.
I am sure he was a very special man, whom loved Christ with all his heart. One day I’ll meet him, in Heaven.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa Captain. I love you very much.