Una Perfecta Historia De Amor

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Step by step they started working together he was a shoemaker, and she helped him to work and take care of his children, they had five women and two men, the first son of my great-grandmother came to the house of the happy couple, the time was a life of struggles and challenges but when there is love, respect, fidelity and understanding daily living becomes easier.

Their children grew up, they studied each one took out their professional title, they reflected their parents' work, they got married they had grandchildren, great-grandchildren. Years passed he left the shoe store and in the little house that they made with effort and love they put on a grocery store, together they grew old until a terrible illness came to my little grandmother named ALZAIMER.

I still remember when we celebrated his golden wedding "50 years of marriage" in which we all organized a surprise party in Patate, I wore the rings; That day my great-grandmother did not know what was happening but I think I speak for everyone when I say that we were thrilled by the "YES" they went back to and to see them so happy was our greatest satisfaction.

Step the time was difficult for all he forgot every day of things and he did not walk fast, his slow walk, apart from that he affected his kidneys sick of kidney failure, that sad and hard is to see that the most loved one goes out slowly, he prostrated and did not get up was a baby and at 88 years of age, he died, leaving a great void to his wife, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, we all remember with joy the stories he told us; we have had to overcome so much pain and have spent a bitter gulp, but he will always be in our hearts and I know that from heaven he blesses us and cares for each one of us; We will love you forever my dad Victor.

"Do you remember Daddy, when you built the house we lived in it with the whole family? We would not have riches, but we were happy.

I promised you that one day I would write the story of your life that your children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren knew, that's what I'm trying to do now with disordered and frayed phrases. I move in time, present, past and perhaps future. It is not a sequential or ordered history, it is just as the memories flow and the grief clouds my eyes, it is a story told with the heart, not with the brain.

Author: Anahí Aldás.

Ambato November 22, 2017

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Author: Anahí Aldás.

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