My old lady 6 years ago is not with us in physical form. However, it is TOO me the days and nights, sometimes more present than others, when I really need. But it's me. In the early days, my pain, my surprise, puzzled by his departure so quickly, was so very, very big ... I could not even talk (about anything ... I could not even greet others) because crying uncontrollably. I wanted to die myself, but, you see, one does not die when they want, but when it is written and it is time to do so. Perhaps one dies when it ran out of things to occupy in this life and was left with nothing more to do .... I do not know ... What we do know is that, a letter arrived telling me of a friend who I know personally, who lives in Spain and with which we communicated by mail. That letter really shook me!. He told me that, rather than mourn, should ENJOY I remember the mother and change tears for the pride of having been in his life. So, since then, when I start to put sad ... I get a smile and yatáaaa ... I remember his face always smiling.
She was a being of light, immensely kind. She was able to put aside their own pain so we would not splash, or my brothers or me. She was born and grew up with an unresolved love tragedy that dragged until his death. Its early history, passed with an absent mother and unknown, because the damn old my grandmother did not want ever. Knew only his father who visited 2 times a year. Her mother, did not travel to her. She was raised with love all his grandparents (whom he called "mom" and "daddy") and her aunt Amelita. At age 10, was "transplanted" from their place of childhood-Paso de los Libres-Rosario. was time to launder your life ... Nada said ... did not protest, and, only she must have known what he was losing its people. And set off with her true love for her father with reverence and matched in the same way "In the train that brought her to Rosario met a lady who was described as" wife "of her father (it was my , a thousand times cursed; grandmother)
The following story can imagine ... what my mom was mu and dark, negative and devastating as "that woman", who was my grandmother, never, never wanted it. I hate my maternal grandmother and I pray with all my heart, so she and my mom has not been found after death ... because, if so, my mom is suffering the pain and hunger desperate mother, who lasted 8 decades ... repeated infinitely in that eternity where they will now (I believe that there were never, nor will they ever)
against everything that could have been justified, never, never, his conduct towards others, was resentful it lived in his childhood ... On the contrary, I found none that he knew, to save a bad memory of it ... all insist remember her as someone who is good, not evil or negative feelings ... always smiling, sweet and tender. Full of love for all.
She knew
build a different world. She came up with us a childhood full, with the largest soft, happy mother's love is self-invented it alone, aided and abetted by my old ... so comprehensive that he defensive wall was erected to the woman who was his mother . And so we grew up, my brothers and I, unaware of the tragedy of love from my mom ... Much later, now grown, were understood and the puzzle of the life of my mother, though never, neither my father nor my mother, we instigated negative feelings towards my grandmother (funny, no?) ... However I can not stand to think of my maternal grandmother linked to me ... between the wife and I are personal, Freud must be insurmountable ... basking in his grave ... (I do not care, I can live peacefully without being affected Freud).
BY HER ... IN HONOR OF HER:
FOR MOTHERS ARE TRUE,
FOR KIDS THAT LOVE
(as he loved us,
we knew what it means to be loved by mom)
I wish you ALL:
A HAPPY MOTHER'S LOVE
and have a lifetime of love!!
FOR MOTHERS ARE TRUE,
FOR KIDS THAT LOVE
(as he loved us,
we knew what it means to be loved by mom)
I wish you ALL:
A HAPPY MOTHER'S LOVE
and have a lifetime of love!!
