Me estaba mirando a mí.
—¿Qué?
Sonrió.
—Nada. Solo quería recordar tu cara esta noche.
Sentí un nudo en la garganta.
Alrededor de las tres y media, le hice la pregunta que había tenido miedo de formular.
—¿Tienes miedo de mañana?
Por una vez, el abuelo no fingió ser valiente.
—Sí.
I sat next to her bed.
Beds
He reached out and took mine.
“Your grandmother used to say that courage is not about not being afraid. It consists of having someone by your side while you are afraid.
We stayed like this until dawn.
Before he went to the hospital, Grandpa gave me an envelope.
Open it when I’m gone.
There was one inside photo mine at five, asleep resting on her shoulder.
In the back he had written:
Grandpa-grandson relationship
Emily, if I ever made you feel like I was hiding something from you, it was true. I hid how fragile I had become because I never wanted you to stop seeing me as your grandfather and start seeing me as a sick old man.
