Hoy fue el primer día de mi nena en ser "la estrella de la semana" en su clase de Kindergarten . Cada semana elijen un nene de la clase y toda la semana es dedicada sobre el/ella, y es su oportunidad para lucirse en sus gustos, hablar de su familia, lugares que conoce, juguetes favoritos etc.… y hoy mismo casualmente hubiera sido el cumpleaños de mi padre y abuelo de mi hija, y de quien mi hija hablara en su clase y lo presentara a través de fotos al igual que mi madre y/o su abuela materna.
Disfrute de mi padre muy poquito, pues murió cuando apenas yo tenia 7 años o tres meses antes de cumplir los 8, pero mantengo muchos de los recuerdos lindos pasados junto a el y siempre los llevo en mi corazón o mente. En su ultimo cumple un día como hoy, recuerdo le hice una tarjeta dibujada por mi y me contaron que sonrió y lagrimeo, ese día no pude verlo porque no dejaban niños en el hospital y el estaba muy débil para poder bajar a la sala de espera. Cuando el murió 14 días después de su cumple habían encontrado mi tarjeta guardada en su cama.
La perdida de mi padre fue algo muy trágico en mi vida que siempre me persiguió, pero sus recuerdos siempre me dieron fuerza en la vida, al igual que el sentimiento de que me protegía desde algún otro lugar diferente.
Y bueno por su cumple en este tercer día de marzo como regalo su nieta es la estrella de la semana en su clase de kindergarten.
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Today was the first day of the week during which my daughter will be "Star of The Week" in her kindergarten class. Each week a student from the class is selected and the week is dedicated to him or her. It is their opportunity to shine and to share their likes, to talk about their family, about places that they have visited, about their favorite toys etc. Coincidentally, today would have been the birthday celebration of my father - the grandfather of my daughter - if he were alive, and of whom my daughter will talk and will introduce to the class through a picture. She will similarly introduce to the class my mother -her grandmother.
The time I had to share with my father was very brief as he died when I was only 7 years old - just 3 months from my 8th birthday. Nonetheless I treasure the memories of that time spent together keeping them forever in my heart and mind. During the last birthday of his life, I remember making and drawing for him a birthday card. I was told that it made him smile and at the same time caused him to shed tears. I had to be told as I couldn't see him because he was in the hospital battling cancer and children were not permitted in the room, and my father was too weak to come down to the lobby. When my father died 14 days later my card was found in his bed.
The loss of my father was a very tragic event in my life and it has always haunted me. Yet my memories of him have always been for me a source of strength in my life providing me with the feeling of his protected presence from another unknown place.
For his birthday on this third of March as his gift, his granddaughter is the star of the week of her kindergarten class.
Today was the first day of the week during which my daughter will be "Star of The Week" in her kindergarten class. Each week a student from the class is selected and the week is dedicated to him or her. It is their opportunity to shine and to share their likes, to talk about their family, about places that they have visited, about their favorite toys etc. Coincidentally, today would have been the birthday celebration of my father - the grandfather of my daughter - if he were alive, and of whom my daughter will talk and will introduce to the class through a picture. She will similarly introduce to the class my mother -her grandmother.
The time I had to share with my father was very brief as he died when I was only 7 years old - just 3 months from my 8th birthday. Nonetheless I treasure the memories of that time spent together keeping them forever in my heart and mind. During the last birthday of his life, I remember making and drawing for him a birthday card. I was told that it made him smile and at the same time caused him to shed tears. I had to be told as I couldn't see him because he was in the hospital battling cancer and children were not permitted in the room, and my father was too weak to come down to the lobby. When my father died 14 days later my card was found in his bed.
The loss of my father was a very tragic event in my life and it has always haunted me. Yet my memories of him have always been for me a source of strength in my life providing me with the feeling of his protected presence from another unknown place.
For his birthday on this third of March as his gift, his granddaughter is the star of the week of her kindergarten class.
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