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Unconditional love for the family
I will tell you about my maternal grandfather, an exemplary man for me, a fundamental part of my childhood.
My first 7 years of life I lived with my parents and my sister, in my grandfather's house.
My grandfather was widowed, and had 7 children to take care of. I imagine that losing his wife, my grandmother, was a very hard blow, however according to my mother he always remained strong and filled his children with love.
My grandfather taught his children love, respect and the importance of a family. He raised his children together, teaching them that each one counted on the other; and in that way his children raised their children obtaining a chain of love and family respect.
I always walked with him, I liked his stories of how he worked, I liked his joy and the affection and education with which he greeted people.
He helped me with my homework, in the afternoons I could talk with him for hours, even though he was so young I enjoyed his company. He taught me to ride a bicycle, to dance the spinning top and to play metra.
When I turned 7 years old I moved with my parents to another house, leaving my grandfather was very hard for me, however my grandfather always visited me and when he did I liked to take care of him like a king, although I was very small I liked to make him food, although I could prepare simple things for him because I was too small to get into the kitchen, my grandfather received them with great pleasure and made me feel happy.
When I turned 9 years old my grandfather died, for me it was a very hard blow, and yet with his absence he taught me what it is to miss, he taught me the meaning of tears. It was the first time I experienced such a strong pain. And I learned that although he was no longer with me physically he was with me in my memories and in all the beautiful things we lived.
A few years ago my aunt told me that when my grandfather was ill he told her that he didn't want to die because he didn't want to make me suffer, when I heard this I couldn't help crying, how great his love was, that he didn't want me to suffer. Now I understand that love doesn't hurt you, love is giving happiness.
It is inevitable not to cry when remembering all these moments, when seeing the photo album where some of those moments were captured, which will remain engraved in my mind forever, transmitting to my daughter the teachings that have been passed down through generations in my family, respect and love for all other people.
Separator created in Canva. Source Photographs from the family album