Painting by Brian Kershisnik
The One Who Brought Me To Earth
Escort/Memory PBE:
I was putting three-year-old Johnny to bed when he asked for a bedtime story. For the past few weeks,
I had been telling him of the adventures of his great-great-grandfather: a colonizer, a soldier,
a community leader. As I started another story, Johnny stopped me and said, “No, tell me of
Grandpa Robert.” I was surprised. This was my grandpa. I had not told stories of him, and I
could not imagine where he had heard his name.
He had died before I had even married.
I had been telling him of the adventures of his great-great-grandfather: a colonizer, a soldier,
a community leader. As I started another story, Johnny stopped me and said, “No, tell me of
Grandpa Robert.” I was surprised. This was my grandpa. I had not told stories of him, and I
could not imagine where he had heard his name.
He had died before I had even married.
“How do you know about Grandpa Robert?” I asked.
“Well, Momma,” he said,”he’s the one who brought me to earth.”
– Lois P–excerpt from Hinze, Coming From the Light, p. 41
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