In each we all have grandparents and parents, with those lucky enough to live with his grandparents, enjoy fully the love of grandparents, but many children are born lacking care grandparent. I have only been living with him for not much, but the memory of him, there go all my life I will not forget.
Looking at his picture on the altar, in front of me he was like standing next to him. When alive he is tall, powerful gait and virile hands. His eyes are fine, though not as fast as in the military do back again but in his eyes, I still see the love children of the infinite. But what I like most is his curly beard, white silver that my childhood often try straightened. Every time he just smiled as if to say: "I was very young he was."
Childhood of us always needs a guardian angel, who will always be there to dispel fears and comfort when needed or encouragement in times of difficulty. For me, he is his angel. Although he is no longer young and beautiful as angels that I frequently heard in the tale, but he always knew how to make me happy and immaturity towards my soul to the good. For me, the world has more than enough, honorable too then.
Back then I was very small at my grandfather very well also, parents are often busy working away, he was always there for me and care for me. Many nights I cried because I miss the mother, he hold me, telling me fairy tales Hue accent, soft and strangely warm. So as soon as he started telling stories I felt extremely warm. I gradually accustomed his breath, his parents do not remember anymore, but on the contrary I felt closer to him than to her parents. When I fall sick, he would lift me up, rubbed into my head calmly said, "You look, hangnails, only a few days is that going out alone but then I will know more cautious walking to fall down. " And just like that, after each draw down is my experience to not repeat the mistake.
When I was in first grade, he gave me a gift that makes me very surprised, that tumbler. He said tumbler always know to stand up after the fall and he wanted me to like it. Gently, little by little, he gave me the first lesson path to the site for future generations. Every night studying, I learned he was attached, he castigate each stroke me, teach me math education.
As I studied the larger class, he was not accompanied me to school anymore because I have a sense of self-study , but as a habit I still hear him sitting next to me read a text or just let him know I had solve how difficult it. He always encouraged me to praise. These words of encouragement was really necessary for a child. Every time he heard those words kindly, I'm happy and I know that you are not alone. Even if I break the crockery bowl in the house to get the box or play jump in class when I fouled must make an inventory, but he did not scold my eyes and says: "I have found myself not guilty ? ". Just like that, but I feel very sad and remorse because I know made him disappointed.
He then each time an old, weak health, he could not play well and worked with me. On a cold winter day, he was forever gone. Hearing that he lost ground under my feet like the sky collapsed, I sad and miss him immensely. How many memories of his two children that kept recurring in me. He raised me up, I had promised myself after growing up will reward his merits, but do not do anything, he was permanently gone.
Now you're gone, I do not do to repay his merits, I just tell myself that, sure he was watching me, still sheltered me and wants me to live well while living what he taught me
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