I did this piece for my Casper, who was a friend of mine from childhood. He was Mexican and he was my best friend.
While all the kids were playing ball, hopscotch, umping rope he made sure I was always included.
“She can’t run” one of the kids would yell and Casper would say she can be the umpire, or the steady ender (that was the person who would hold one end of the jump rope and didn’t get a turn to jump. I loved being a “steady ender”. Whatever they wanted to play Casper made sure I was included.
He was my Don Quixote and I was his Dulcinea. He fought battles for me real and imaginary. My wheelchair would become my chariot, a getaway car, a horse fleeing from the indians. Caper made my childhood memorable.
When my Grandfather died, Casper said that he was taking a Siesta and that when he woke up he would be in Heaven. I loved that thought.
Casper passed away when we were both in college. He was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from school. I miss him so much at times and when I start getting all teary eyed I know that he took a Siesta and is now in a much better place.
Love and Peace.