We all fall sometimes. And you would pick
me up every time I stumbled over my tiny
little feet. A toddler's bobbinh head as
she clung to her shoes and carried them
to the edge of the living room. Who knew
what games would await in the house of my
grandparents? My childish grin
prepared to spend a day with those who
would always watch over me. We all fall
sometimes. And I would clumsily trip over
my quickly growing teenager. But you
would wake up at the crack of dawn,
pouring over your black coated Bible and
then tell me: let's go for a walk. As you
strolled down the pavement you would tell
me of your childhood. About the doctor
who lived a few houses down and of the
parks for my father used to play. Of
the house where you used to live in the
newspaper shop that was our current
destination. You'd pick up a paper -- no need
to search. And you'd hand me a pound like it
was worth a million more. You'd say:
choose anything you want. As the checkout
lady smiled at her regular customer you's
tell her with pride coloring your voice,
"This is my granddaughter,
and she's from the Netherlands." We all
fall sometimes. And I held you up as we
laughed at the funny shape machines in
the public training areas. Even though
you might have been getting on in age
you challenged me to a mini workout. How
ridiculous we must have looked. Then we'd
would stroll home and sit in your
much-loved green garden. We'd listen to
the planes flying overhead and you tell
me about the beautiful seas of homeland
Jamaica. We all fall sometimes. And I pray
that after all the times you've caught
me, that you fall into the hands of God,
who'll wrap you in his embrace. So you may
rest in peace. There'll be no more
falling any more.
 
