The Banyan

My husband’s father is the banyan of the family.  He is 90, immobilised by the Parkinson’s Disease. He has shown me how to live life without fear, to accept gracefully the circumstances we find ourselves in.

When my son was a little boy his grandfather was his playmate and companion. Every evening they went for long walks, he held my son’s hand and led him: much has been passed from that contact.  Now my son sees his grandfather walking into the sunset. But unfaltering  just the way my son had known his grandfather.

 

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