Eternity

My Grandpa and War

It feels unbelievable but the past 30 years humanity has evolved insanely quickly, It was 2030 when my 110 year old grandpa was saved from near death. The medicine they used made you go back to the strongest you've been in the past 50 years, for my grandpa that was apparently 63. When I was little I used to talk to him a lot. But only once did he ever openly talk about his relationship with grandma and what actually happened during the war. 

I remember the night he talked about it, I was dreaming about a graveyard before I heard a loud, deafening screech that woke me up. I went to check on grandpa, we had a bit of small talk before I finally had the confidence to ask "what actually happened in that time during the war."

He went silent for a couple minutes, they were the longest minutes of my life. He finally spoke about what had happened and all the details on what happened, I was very young back then so I didn't understand nor do I remember a lot about the conversation. What I do remember was that my grandpa took me for a walk where he started talking about grandma. We finally arrived at a graveyard where he kept on explaining but not looking at me almost lost in his own thought. He talked about many things about grandma, all their good memories while they were kids and many other special moments that they celebrated. He then told me that my father was in fact an accidental birth however grandma raised him well while he was at war. Sadly during 1945 while he was finally leaving the war he got the horrible news. It ended after the news part. He just kept on staring down and I decided to see if there's anything special to look at. It was a tombstone and it read 'Maria Valehart 1921-1945' my grandmother. "I miss her" he said. "I wish I could meet her" I replied.

For a couple minutes we just stood there imagining what would've happened if she had lived longer all I know is that the walk back was silent. Normally I wasn't good at knowing when to keep my mouse shut, but in that moment I knew it wasn't a good time to continue the conversation. 

I never brought any of the things that happened that day to anyone I knew my grandpa would've liked me to keep it a secret. But now while the war is happening all I can think about was that day. It was the only time he let me into his 'room of memories' that's what I like to call it. There were pictures of him young with a young looking brunette haired girl. That girl had such brown eyes it felt like an eagle was staring at that camera. "The best artists painted such a good photo it looked exactly like how we actually looked but coloured" grandpa proudly explained "cost me a ton." But that night I could only think of the thick brunette hair, the eagle brown eyes, the glow that resonated from those eyes. The skin whiter than snow, and a smile of gold. I still remember that photo because my grandpa let me keep it, I hanged it up in my room, first thing I did when I got back to my home. It was also the first thing I did when I arrived to this new cyber city.