were my second grandmother, or maybe the first. Circumstances of life, you grew up with my mother, for life, until she got married. Worked in the field and run the house. You did not have children of their own, but you won the affection and respect for my mother. I've always said and will say that I had two grandmothers.
My mother worked for eight years in the exchange of people, and moved there to live, all together. Were different times, different culture, lifestyle and elsewhere, distant and small. "Independence? Forbidden word and rarely used.
remember the summers to go see it, its house, very old and cracked that pointed to the collapse.
soon began to spend winters here in Barcelona. Then he lengthened the months in the city. I do not forget your tortilla chips or French, and how to beat the eggs as pelabas potatoes. And those lentils.
With those clothes that you wanted to change his clothes as a widow, farm workers, home and small-town. Comes to mind your hair white and slightly yellow by the alcohol or something you wore. Do you face? Know you will not forget.
I called "Auntie", but you were not, but nor could you call grandma.
the end had to accept your grief, spend all year in our house. You did not want and when we went to town in summer a month, at first wanted to return to Barcelona. Still climbing those hills, showing what they have suffered in this life. I grew up and gone off. The Alzheimer visited you, to stay, little by little. Missed the memories close and your names again in the distant past. Bizarre behavior had not understood, hobbies inconsistent. We spent all hard times. I had surgery and I had to enter a few weeks, that was very hard for my mother.
Later, you had a great fright which my father saved you, but you were going going, hospital refer you to the hospital where casualties of life, seven years after leaving, my current job. There've been 21 days, not forgotten. I went to see, immature, sad, I spent a night there with you or maybe two. I was discharged four days later, without saying goodbye to me, you got really bad, and the hospital no longer Go back. You left without poderte say you wanted, hopefully today you might enjoy.
On March 6 will be 11 years that are no longer with us, you went higher, but I could say goodbye to you, accept it and not know did not even have the courage to go to the morgue. I love you, never forget you.
This is the best tribute we could do, "Aunt", accept your place, remember and not forget your way through this fleeting life.
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