For colors. Especially Pipo’s.
Today, I find myself enjoying the fresh shades of autumn, while we travel along the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia. What a feast for the eyes. And as I take in the reds, yellows, oranges, and maroons of this spectacular scenery, I think about my grandfather, Arturo.
Pipo, as we fondly called him, was blind for most of his life and couldn’t enjoy the beauty of colors. But, I tell you this, his true colors, those of strength, patience, peace, compassion, and love, were on full display every season for all of us to enjoy. I remember that well.
I dedicate this post to Pipo, our family’s gentle giant. An awesome man. A beautiful soul.
What are you thankful for today?
Until next Thursday’s post…si Dios quiere.
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
Category: Thankful Thursdays
I remember him ❤️Yes indeed a gentle soul may he Rest In Peace ?
Dearest Connie….Such a beautiful and meaningful remembrance of your Pipo and how touching to embrace his outstanding qualities every season of the year…something I think we all do in our hearts for those we have “lost” over the years. Thank you for reawakening our own memories of those precious souls. xo Boop
Such a touching tribute to your beloved Pipo. Made me think of my grandfather and father whom have both been gone for most of my life and have missed out on my biggest accomplishments like getting married and having children. May we always carry fond memories of those we have lost — but not forgotten.
Until we meet again…