Miguel, a nine-year-old boy, began spending more time than usual in the room of his 80-year-old grandmother, who was bedridden. In the last two weeks her body no longer wanted to move.
She had stopped getting up, not even to sit in her rocking chair to knit. She ate very little. Her daughters did everything they could to keep her comfortable and those who did not live with her visited her frequently.
But Grandma Carmen was not really uncomfortable, she didn't feel any pain, only that her mind and body were tired of living.
And so for several nights, little Miguel would say to his mother before going to sleep.
"Mommy, I'm going to Grandma's room to ask her blessing and to accompany her until she falls asleep".
His mother hugged him and told him.
"You are a very sweet boy, it's good that you accompany Grandma, but don't be too late because tomorrow you have to get up early to go to school."
Night after night while grandma was losing her vital energy, the one that kept her tied to the bed and to this world, while she talked to her grandson she was preparing him for the coming goodbye.
"My prince", as she had been telling him since she saw him the day he was born, when he came home from the clinic, wrapped in a blue blanket that she had knitted for him. "I'm going on a trip".
The boy who was lying next to his grandmother opened his honey-colored eyes that were already closing, sat up and turned his head to see her better.
"Where are you going, Grandma?"
"To a place far away from here. A beautiful planet where the clouds are yellow, the sea is pink, the sand is blue. And the people and animals shine brightly. And on the trees there are fruits that hang like Christmas ornaments. You can eat them, and they are the juiciest and sweetest. And when you walk barefoot on the damp earth, beautiful, fragrant flower stalks sprout. And there is also a stream whose crystalline waters reach the pink sea".
"How do you know that, grandmother?"
"Because I have visited it in my dreams".
"And how are you going to get there? Are you going on a rocket?"
A smile appeared on Grandma's face. "No, my dear grandson, I won't need a rocket."
"And then how are you going to get that far."
"It will be a very fast trip in a beam of light and I will not take my body with me, so don't be afraid if she doesn't move, open her eyes or breathe. If this happens, I am already gone".
That night, Miguel went to sleep thinking about the trip his grandmother was going to make and whether it would be possible for him to go too. He would have to ask her tomorrow. His mother woke him up early to go to school. While he was eating breakfast, he saw that he was crying.
"Mommy, what's wrong, why are you crying?"
"It's nothing, son, come on! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school."
When he returned to the house, there were many people, his aunts and older cousins were sitting in the living room as if waiting for something. They hugged and kissed him.
He went to the kitchen and there he saw his mom talking with his dad and his aunt Amelia.
He heard her saying
"Mom is dying"
He stood there and said in a loud voice.
"My grandmother is not dying!". And he ran to the room where she was sleeping.
"Son!, wait", his parents followed him.
He went in and approached her bed.
Grandma was already lying down, her eyes were closed and she was very pale. Her white hair was tied back in a mane that hung on the side of her head. She was wearing a white gown with lace that showed the thinness of her body.
Miguel came as close as he could to her ear.
"Grandma, don't go yet".
Grandma opened her eyes slowly and a smile lit up her face.
"I was waiting for you to say goodbye. I love you very much, my dear prince".
"I love you too, Grandma. May I accompany you to that planet you have seen in your dreams? I want to know it."
Miguel's parents, who were listening to the conversation, embraced each other.
"You will be able to know it, but your trip is still many years away. When you are ready and cross the space in a ray of light as I am going to do now, I will be waiting for you".
"Yes grandmother."
"Give me a kiss, my boy".
Miguel kissed his grandmother, she fell asleep, and her soul traveled with the speed of light to the planet of the pink sea and the yellow clouds, with the sky illuminated by fireflies of stars.
La abuela se va de viaje
Miguel un niño de diez años, comenzó a pasar más tiempo de lo acostumbrado en el cuarto de su abuela de 80 años, que estaba postrada en su cama. En las últimas dos semanas su cuerpo ya no quería moverse.
Había dejado de levantarse, ni siquiera para sentarse en su mecedora a tejer. Comía muy poco. Sus hijas hacían todo lo posible para que estuviera cómoda, y las que no vivían con ella la visitaban con frecuencia.
Pero la abuela Carmen, realmente no estaba incómoda, no sentía ningún dolor, solo que su mente y su cuerpo estaban cansados de vivir.
Y así, por varias noches, el pequeño Miguel le decía a su madre antes de irse a dormir.
—Mami voy al cuarto de la abuela a pedirle la bendición y a acompañarla hasta que se duerma.
Su madre lo abrazaba y le decía.
—Eres un niño muy dulce, que bueno que acompañas a la abuela, pero no te tardes mucho que mañana te tienes que parar temprano para ir a la escuela.
Noche tras noche mientras la abuela iba perdiendo su energía vital, la que la mantenía atada a la cama y a este mundo, mientras conversaba con su nieto lo iba preparando para el adios que se avecinaba.
—¡Mi principe!, —como le decía desde que lo vio el día que nacio, envuelto en una manta azul que ella le había tejido. —Te tengo que decir un secreto, voy a hacer un viaje.
El niño que estaba acostado al lado de su abuela abrió sus ojos color miel que ya se estaban cerrando, se incorporó y volteo la cabeza para verla mejor.
—¿A donde vas abuela?
A un lugar lejos de aquí. Un planeta hermoso donde las nubes son de color dorado, el mar es rosa, la arena azul. las personas y los animales brillan con luz propia. Y en los árboles hay frutas que cuelgan como adornos de navidad. Y se pueden comer y son las mas jugosas y dulces. Y cuando caminas con los pies descalzos sobre la tierra humeda, van brotando tallos con hermosas y olorosas flores. Y tambien hay un riachuelo cuyas aguas cristalinas llegan hasta el mar de color rosa.
—¿Cómo sabes eso abuela?.
—Porque lo he visitado en sueños.
—¿Y cómo vas a llegar allá? ¿Acaso te vas en un cohete?
Una sonrisa aparecio en el rostro de la abuela. —No mi querido nieto, no voy a necesitar de un cohete.
—¡Y entonces como vas a llegar tan lejos!.
—Va a ser un viaje muy rápido en un rayo de luz y no me voy a llevar mi cuerpo, así que no te asustes si él ya no se mueve, ni abre los ojos, ni respira. Si esto pasa, es que ya me he ido.
Esa noche Miguel se fue a dormir pensando en el viaje que iba a hacer su abuela y si no seria posible que él también fuera. Tendría que preguntarle mañana. Su madre lo desperto temprano para ir a la escuela. Mientras desayunaba vio que estaba llorando.
—¿Mami que tienes?, ¿por qué lloras?
—No es nada hijo, ¡vamos! ¡apurate! vas a llegar tarde a la escuela.
Al regresar a la casa, habían muchas personas, sus tias y sus primos mayores estaban sentados en la sala como esperando algo. Lo abrazaron y besaron.
Se fue hasta la cocina y alli vio a su mamá conversando con su papá y su tia Amelia.
La escuchó diciendo
—Mamá se está muriendo
Se quedó parado y dijo con voz alta.
—¡Mi abuela no se está muriendo!. —Y corrio hasta la habitación donde ella dormia.
—¡Hijo espera!, —sus padres lo siguieron.
Entró y se acercó a su cama.
La abuela yacia acostada, tenía los ojos cerrados y estaba muy pálida. Su cabello blanco lo tenia sujeto en una crineja que le colgaba a un lado de su cabeza. Llevaba puesta una bata blanca con encajes que dejaban ver la delgadez de su cuerpo.
Miguel se acercó lo más cerca posible a su oido.
—Abuela, no te vayas todavia.
La abuela abrió los ojos lentamente y una sonrisa iluminó su rostro.
—Te estaba esperando para decirte adios. ¡Te amo mucho mi querido principe!.
—Yo tambien te amo abuela. ¿Puedo acompañarte a ese planeta que has visto en tus sueños? Yo quiero conocerlo.
Los padres de Miguel que escuchaban la conversacion, se abrazaron.
—Podrás conocerlo pero todavia falta muchos años para tu viaje. Cuando estes listo y cruces el espacio en un rayo de luz como yo lo voy a hacer ahora, te estaré esperando.
—Si abuela.
—Dame un beso mi niño, —su voz se fue apagando.
Miguel besó a su abuela y ella cerró los ojos y su alma viajó con la velocidad de la luz al planeta del mar color rosa y las nubes doradas, con el cielo iluminado por luciérnagas de estrellas.
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A story full of the sensitivity of a grandmother's relationship with her grandson. From the beginning we assume the descenlaze, but that does not detract from the reader's interest. We look for every detail written with an excellent imagination.
A reading to enjoy from beginning to end. A pleasant and careful narration.
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Thank you @leopardo0 for your beautiful comment. I am very happy to receive it.
I wanted to describe the moment of the grandmother's death and the farewell to her grandson, so that you could feel the tranquility and acceptance and the promise of meeting again in a wonderful place.
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It seems to me this was a very sweet story. While reading, one can actually sense the love the granny and her grandchild have for each other. Well done❗️
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The story was full of emotions also for the reader. The flow and expression was good that I felt every emotion.
It was a really nice read.
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Greetings to you too!
I loved how the child's innocence in the face of death was tenderly maintained by the grandmother. A beautiful relationship between grandson and grandmother that touches hearts. A beautiful and emotional story that is a delight to read.
Thanks for sharing your experience with us.
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What a beautiful commentary. I thank you very much @rinconpoetico7
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