childhood story

My Escuincle story talks about the time when my granddaddy died of a heart attack. He started feeling pain in his chest and he was assisted by some persons to sit down in a chair in the living room. At that time, I approached him and he tells me “M’ija, go to my room in the top floor and turnoff the TV.” I was only 6 years old and as soon as I listened to him I went upstairs to turn it off. I have to climb on the bed to reach it because mi arm was a little too short. When I was coming back down the stairs, I noticed that mi granddaddy was being taken away in his chair by two people. I only saw the back of his head as he was being transported. I never saw his face again alive. Next morning my Mom took me to the place where the wake for my granddaddy was being held. One of the first things I noticed was one of those tall ashtrays they use for this ceremonies. It was the fisrt time I saw my granddaddy dead. It has been one of the most shocking moments of my life.