by Ian Aronow
Happy New Year!
I want to start off the first blog of the year by sharing the remembrance I wrote about my Papa on Christmas Eve. My family shares a special tradition in our Slovak and Polish heritage called the “Velija.” But Papa is no longer with us, so we light a candle in his memory and take turns sharing thoughts and what we most cherish about him. This was the first time I was able to share my feelings about Papa. My writing with spelling on the letterboard has given me so much confidence and control that I was able to share my remembrance of Papa out loud to my family. It is an honor to share this here with you on my blog:
Remembering Papa – by Ian Aronow, 12/24/17
I would like to remember Papa by telling you that my memory of him lifted me up when I was lost inside myself. He was my absolute favorite “Polish-ed” pun maker.
Papa had many playful qualities. I remember him pretending to be clueless with the grandkids to get a laugh. I liked his feeling of quiet love that he infused into a room.
People with autism might like a guy like Papa because he was more introverted and didn’t talk incessantly to me, trying to get me to be totally normal.
He was my Papa no matter what. I am Papa’s grandson with my heart, always. To some, it seems, he lives on. This is true. In honor of Papa, I would like to set a place at our velija table just for him.
I learned all about the Slovak Christmas Eve traditions. I love being part of these precious family traditions. I hope to always continue the velija in the future.
Merry Christmas and love to you all!