My Grandfather’s Hat

Nowadays the hat of my grandfather is resting in the rack of his room. Since I have memory I remember my grandfather, the father of my mother, wearing his white cowboy hat. My cousins and I were all the weekends at my grandparent’s house when we were kids, watching him fixing cracks, holes and pipes; painting the house, building more rooms or simply resting in his hammock. Actually I don’t know what was interesting about watching a men working at his house, but it was our grandfather and watching him was funnier than playing with the construction waste. Despite of visiting my grandparent’s house every weekend, the relation between my grandparent, me and my cousins was really bad and distant. He was recently widower by that time and my aunts told me that he was always working without rest since then. Every time we remember our grandfather, we talk about our special experience with him, an exclusive and unique memory that each one have. Mine is when my mother left me in my grandparent’s house only with my grandfather; he was working in the front of the house constructing a wall to block the sunlight that entered into his room and he saw me watching him and asked “Do you want something for meal?” and I answered “Yes”, together we walked to the shop and I will never forget what he bought me, a packet of chocolate bimbo’s donuts. Like my story, my cousins have similar stories too and all of us conclude that in all he was wearing his hat, not matter if it was raining, it was hailing, it was sunny or any climate condition, he always wore his hat. Like the trees growing trough the seasons also the little kids and the old man get older. After many situations in the family, some good and others not so much, my grandfather was always taking attendance to his house although his health deterioration, his inability to walk and talk, but after all he was wearing his hat and working in the few things he could. I think that his hat was part of him when he was working; it gave him extra strength to go ahead despite of the adversities like his inabilities when he was older. If you go to my grandparent’s house and you see his room, you will notice that his hat is still in the rack waiting for him.

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