This is my picture of my grandfather, Anthony Manera.
I chose this picture because I think it really says something about him.
He was a proud Italian-American and he worked very hard all of his life.
But, he never let go of his heritage.
He loved raising and racing pigeons.
He did it until the day he died.
Ironically, I moved next door to a man who has a small plot of land where he also raises and races pigeons.
I later learned that this man took some of my grandfather's pigeons when my grandfather died. To this day, I still believe that some of the offspring of those birds fly from his backyard and circle above my house.
When I see them, I look up and I smile.
I love this story, thanks for sharing it : ) I really think thats how we all live on, through some other interpretation. It's maybe, just the energy (for lack of a better word) that pushed that man to get new pigeons and then they turned out to be your grandfather's... but that vibe, it goes all around.
ReplyDeleteIts comforting.