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Grandad in the Pharmacy (Drugstore)
It continues to amaze me that someone who has been dead for 19 years can take an active part in my life. If "Grandad" (my father-in-law) were alive today he would be 94 years old – too frail to play the role that he does in my life. So I count myself lucky to have his presence and supportive love.
Date: 2/25/2006 6:36:06 AM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 3378 times The other day I visited 8 pharmacies (drugstores) in my city of Santa Cruz in Tenerife. I was on the hunt for enough packets of antibiotics to finish my 3-month course.
Since the beginning of this year, new Spanish legislation forbids the sale of antibiotics over the counter, i.e. without a prescription. I was looking for those pharmacies that are unaware that what I am asking for is an antibiotic and therefore sell it me.
In the last of the 8 pharmacies that I visited I was able to buy my second packet of antibiotics that day. The curious thing was that I handed the assistant the exact money, but she gave me a cent change. On the receipt it said “price 3.26 Euros. Cash tendered 3.25 Euros”.
I could not imagine why she should give me change that was not due to me unless it were Grandad suggesting it to her. As I have recounted on earlier occasions, Grandad has developed a special language of “coins” to speak with me.
What I understood from the cent that she placed in my hand was that Grandad had led me to those pharmacies where I would be able to buy the medicine that was clearing up my perioral dermatitis – and giving me what feels like a “new face”.
The confirmation that this thought was correct came from Grandad this morning. I had returned to the two pharmacies where I successfully bought my medicine the other day and they both let me buy some more. I am now only one packet short of what I need to complete the course.
As I was heading for the supermarket before going home, my front bike tyre ran over a 10 cent coin lying in the road. I stopped and picked it up, as I always do with Grandad’s coins.
This coin, besides being Grandad’s “confirmation”, had a second significance for me, given that I was on my way to buy food at the time.
Grandad often leaves me coins at such times – once I even found one as I was wheeling my trolley up to the checkout – as if he were saying that I and my daughter Valentina will never go hungry because he’s looking after us.
I’m amazed that coins can convey so much meaning – and so much love.
Until next time!
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