A Letter from My past
This is all so hard to take in. I remember those many years ago as if they were only yesterday. Reflecting back, I can almost see the bright blue summer skies, the green grass and feel the breeze gently blowing. You were so beautiful. I remember well the softness of your brown hair gently caressing your bronze cheeks; how your deep blue eyes seemed only to add to your beauty. My heart jumped when I first saw you sitting on that bench outside the library. I almost forgot I was supposed to be registering for classes.
I suppose it didn't really matter, no, the school was only interested in my abilities as an athlete; I wonder if my academics really came into the equation. When I said hello, it felt like a lifetime before you finally answered. Thinking back, I can hardly blame you. Now I sit here feeling lost, so many thoughts passing through my mind.
When I first received and read the letter, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I must say, it was not the letter I thought I would receive from you. To be honest, I never expected to get any letter from you; it's been such a long time. The news you gave me came as such a shock. Sitting here, I still can scarcely believe it.
I suppose you had your reasons for waiting until now to tell me. I keep reading your words over and over. After all this time, what can I possibly say, or do, that would change anything; what could change things? Am I to show how excited I feel or moreover, how frightened? Times seemed so much simpler then. I remember our first evening together. We walked hand in hand, talking of the future and the plans we each had. They seemed so wonderful at the time; we were going to change the world.
But as it should, time passed and we each went our separate ways. And now you tell me I am a father, even more than that, my granddaughter is in town and wants to meet me. One side of me wants to run, to disappear. Perhaps it might be the best thing for her; for all concerned. What would she see in me, especially now? What could I possibly offer? My world has ended up far from what I expected it to be, those many years ago in college. Yet the other side of me feels excited even elated. I have to ask this question, in all fairness to your daughter and granddaughter. Are you really sure? But the question I really am asking myself: am I the one? Could it be me? Dear God, could it really be me? A father and a grandfather!
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