Week 6: To The Grandpa I Saw At Sujus - Eason
![]() |
| A rough depiction of the Grandpa. |
To the Grandpa I saw at Sujus,
I first observed you walk in gently as I waited for my pistachio frappe to be made, seeing your legs, probably frail from age, lift and step forward to the counter. I noticed your slow movements to cut through the line that accumulated as students rushed over from school, and I watched you pull out what looked like to be a hearing aid, only finding out later that it was actually glasses that you placed upon your face, only appearing to be a hearing aid from the gadget on the back of the temple tips on the frame that secured the glasses frame onto your ears. Maybe it was my preconceptions of the elderly that led me to believe, at first, that you needed hearing aids. In retrospect, there was no reason for you to have hearing aids on to read from the menu panels above the cafeteria machines. When I saw your legs struggling to move, I didn’t consider the past you had, the possible life experiences that you suffered or enjoyed through, or the potential medical cases that led to you having it. Instead, my prejudices led me to believe it was all a result of old age. I watched as the rushing students, pacing for god-knows-what reason, hurried past you as you patiently waited for your body to deliver you to the metal divide where your finished drink was placed. Spiritually, whether I should have or not, I felt that you were the product of a slower, more casual time period while the students, conditioned to stress, were just a manifestation of a more demanding world. There was no stress about grades, colleges, and jobs. In fact, you could probably, if you hadn’t already, retire. I hear stories of the older American generation acknowledging the changing country, for better or for worse, but they brush it off by saying that they wouldn’t be around when it harms or benefits the new generation, and I wondered if you feel the same way.

Comments
Post a Comment