I had the great joy of knowing my maternal great grandparents, fathers and mothers of both grandparents, as well as my grandfather and maternal grandmother, on my father's side I only had the great joy of knowing my beloved Grandmother Pancha, who I always tell you something about and just in my last post I told you a little more about her, so, if you notice, you will know that she was my favorite, and even when she is not here she still is, that is not in discussion. Of my great grandparents I can say that they were loving in their own way.

_{With my grandmothers Pancha and Martina, on my first birthday}

My great-grandfather Matías, my mother's grandfather, was the most cantankerous of all, grumpy as he was, he was stubborn and stubborn, he loved to work the land and take care of the cattle, that is what he dedicated himself to for many years, I remember the anecdotes that my grandmother Daria, his wife and mother of all his children, used to tell about him, I remember when my grandmother used to say that she would get upset because my grandfather would go to drink aguardiente when he finished his work and the donkey he had would arrive home alone because he already knew the way, that way she already knew that she had to wait for him with the broom in her hand hahaha. My great-grandmother Daria was very affectionate, I remember that whenever we went to visit her in her town she always hugged us and wanted to carry us even when we were teenagers, both raised a large family without studies and working in the fields, from their descendants they have created lawyers, engineers, doctors and nurses, we always remember them with great affection. Grandpa Matias passed away more than 20 years ago, I still remember his slow pace and that he hated to take a shower hahaha, on the other hand Grandma Daria was for many years dealing with diabetes that even left her blind, she passed away 16 years ago leaving also a big void in the family.

_{With my grandmother Daria}

My great-grandparents Melquiades and Pedro, my grandfather Domingo's parents, were loving old men without a doubt, they were in charge of raising a large family as well, and their children are still as close as they were, from them I learned that eternal love does exist, that love until we are old men, as my grandmother Melquiades used to say, until we are both chewing the water, From my grandmother Melquiades I remember the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, which at that time I hated but she made it so delicious that it was impossible to refuse a little bit of that coffee, she always walked around with a cigarette in her mouth, I remember I used to wonder how she could talk and smoke at the same time. My great-grandparents also died more than 20 years ago, I don't really remember what year, but what I will never forget is that they both died on Christmas, in the early morning of December 25th, a year apart, first Grandfather Pedro passed away and the following year at the same time Grandmother Melquiades passed away, following as she said the love of her life.

_{My great-grandfather Matias, together with my mother, my grandmother Martina and my Uncle}

My maternal grandparents, Martina and Domingo, the truth is that I must say that I was afraid of my grandfather Domingo, he was an alcoholic and when I was little, seeing him in the state in which he used to come home was something that really scared me, not because he was aggressive, but on the contrary, he always wanted to hug us, he repeated a lot that he loved us, and the truth is that when he was in his right mind he did it anyway, but he was not scary that way, He always wanted to hug us, he repeated a lot that he loved us, and the truth is that when he was in his right mind he did it anyway, but he was not scary like that, for years his children fought to help him to get out of that hard vice, and in a couple of occasions he went to Alcoholics Anonymous, Grandfather Domingo was an excellent mechanic, that is something undeniable, it could be said that the basic knowledge that I have today of mechanics I owe to him, my uncle and all my cousins on my mother's side are mechanics thanks to what he taught them before leaving, Unfortunately my grandfather suffered from heart disease and never said anything, they knew it when he suffered a heart attack on the eve of my uncle's birthday and died just the day I had to deliver my degree work, something that really hurt me a lot because I could not be at his funeral.

Of my beloved Grandma Pancha I remember so many things that, I think, I could make endless posts, but if you want to know a little more of the beautiful things I lived with her here I leave you my last post. We still have with us my grandmother Martina, my mom's mother, the truth is that she has not been the best grandmother, rather the opposite, she is a very loving woman I must say, but with her other grandchildren, with my brother or with me she has never had those details of loving grandmother, she has not been a grumpy grandmother either, rather I would say that she has been a little indifferent, At the end of last year she suffered a stroke and we had to rush out and take care of her in order to stabilize her, and as a life lesson, it was my brother and I who were the ones who took care of everything with her, I think that the lesson was more for her than for us.

Currently my grandmother is in a state in which she is easily irritated, she is stubborn, ungrateful, very very stubborn, she fights for everything and with everyone, there are days when she does not remember the names of us or some daily things, something that is obvious to her, it bothers her, other days she feels like she is absent, She has not stopped complaining about healthy food, the truth is that she was never a lover of this type of food hahaha, doctors say that these moods so changeable are the product of the same brain damage caused by the CVD and that we must continue with her care and medical attention so that it does not occur.

_{With my grandmothers Martina - I think we should update the photo.}

If you ask me, even though my grandmother Martina is not my favorite as you can already see, I would be unable to leave her in a nursing home, much less knowing the vicissitudes that these grandparents go through in these homes, and even if I found one that takes care of them wonderfully I would not have the heart to do it, with any of my grandparents I would have done it, because it is the warmth of home, the love of the family, the best medicine for any person, regardless of age, grandparents are the fundamental pillar of families in general, they are the dough that keeps them together, and even when they are no longer there they continue to be that amalgam that unites entire families, they raised our parents and uncles, and even raised us as grandchildren, so why turn your back on them in the twilight of their lives?

Although this is a post to join the

Hive account@hivedamor initiative, promoted thanks to the

Hive account@family-friends community, the truth is that I love to talk about these beautiful old people who with all their faults and virtues gave their lives to help their children, without leaving any of them out, working tirelessly to give them the best of themselves, my grandparents did not study a profession, but they definitely graduated from the university of life, I am a true believer that there are still good people in the world capable of helping unprotected people without expecting anything in return and able to give the best of themselves every day.

_{Images of my property, taken from my photo gallery, without editing.}

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Tuve la gran dicha de conocer a mis bisabuelos maternos, padres y madres de ambos abuelos, asi como a mi abuelo y abuela materna, por el lado de mi padre solo tuve la gran dicha de conocer a mi amada Abuela Pancha, de quien siempre les comento algo y recien en mi ultimo post les hable un poco mas de ella, asi que si se dan cuenta, sabran que ella era mi favorita, y aun cuando no esta lo sigue siendo, eso no esta en discucion. De mis bisabuelos puedo decir que eran amorosos a su maner.

_{Con mis Abuelas Pancha y Martina, en mi primer cumpleaños}

Mi bisabuelo Matias, abuelo de mi madreera el mas cascarrabias de todos, gruñon como el solo, era terco y testarudo, amaba trabajar la tierra y cuidar el ganado, a eso se dedico por muchos años, de el recuerdo las anecdotas que contaba mi abuela Daria, su esposa y madre de todos sus hijos, recuerdo cuando mi abuela contaba que se molestaba porque mi abuelo se iba a beber aguardiente cuando terminaba la faena de trabajo y el burro que tenia llegaba solo a la casa pues ya se sabia el camino, de esa manera ella ya sabia que tenia que esperarlo con la escoba en la mano jajaja. Mi bisabuela Daria por su parte era muy cariñosa, recuerdo que siempre que ibamos a visitarla a su pueblo nos abrazaba y queria cargar aun cuando ya eramos unos adolescentes, ambos criaron una numerosa familia sin estudios y trabajando el campo, de su descendencia han creado abogados, ingenieros, medicos y enfermeras, siempre les recordamos con mucho cariño. El abuelo Matias fallecio hace ya mas de 20 años aun recuerdo su pasito lento y que odiaba ducharse jajaja, por otro lado la Abuela Daria estuvo durante muchos años lidiando con la diabetes que incluso la dejo ciega, ella fallecio hace ya 16 años dejando tambien un gran vacio en la familia.

_{Con mi abuela Daria}

Mis Bisabuelos Merquiades y Pedro, padres de mi abuelo Domingo eran unos viejitos amorosos sin duda alguna, se encargaron de criar una numerosa familia tambien, y sus hijos aun continuan siendo tan unidos como ellos, de ellos aprendi que el amor eterno si existe, ese amor hasta viejitos, como decia mi abuela Merquiades hasta que los dos estemos mascando el agua, de mi abuela Merquiades recuerdo el aroma del cafe recien colado, que para aquel entonces lo odiaba pero ella lo hacia tan delicioso que era imposible negarse a un poquito de aquel cafe, siempre andaba con un cigarrillo en la boca, recuerdo que me preguntaba como hacia para hablar y fumar al mismo tiempo. Mis bisabuelos murieron tambien hace mas de 20 años realmente no recuerdo en que año, pero lo que si no podre olvidar es que murieron ambos en navidad, la madrugada de un 25 de diciembre, con un año de diferencia, primero partio el Abuelo Pedro y al año siguiente a la misma hora partio la Abuela Merquiades, siguiendo como ella decia al amor de su vida.

_{Mis Bisabuelo Matias, junto a mi madre, mi abuela Martina y mi Tio}

Mis abuelos maternos, Martina y Domingo, la verdad es que debo decir que a mi abuelo Domingo le tenia miedo, el era alcoholico y de pequeña, verlo en el estado en el que solia llegar a casa era algo que realmente me asustaba, no porque fuera agresivo, sino todo lo contrario, el siempre queria abrazarnos, nos repetia mucho que nos queria, y la verdad es que cuando estaba en su sano juicio lo hacia igualmente, pero no daba miedo de esa manera, durante años sus hijos lucharon para ayudarlo a salir de ese duro vicio, y en un par de ocasiones acudio a Alcoholicos Anonimos, logrando mantenerse sobrio por largos periodos de tiempo, el abuelo Domingo era un excelente mecanico, eso es algo innegable, podria decirse que los conocimientos basicos que hoy tengo de mecanica se los debo a el, mi tio y todos mis primos por parte materna son mecanicos gracias a lo que el les enseño antes de partir, lamentablemente mi abuelo sufria del corazon y nunca dijo nada, lo supieron cuando sufrio un infarto en visperas del cumpleaños de mi tio y fallecio justo el dia que yo debia entregar mi trabajo de grado, algo que realmente me dolio muchisimo pues no pude estar en su funeral.

De mi amada Abuela Pancha recuerdo tantas cosas que, creo, podria hacer un sin fin de publicaciones, pero si quieren saber un poco mas de lo bonito que vivi con ella aqui les dejo mi ultimo post. Aun tenemos con nosotros a mi abuela Martina, la madre de mi mamá, la verdad es que ella no ha sido la mejor abuela, mas bien todo lo contrario, es una mujer muy cariñosa debo decirlo, pero con sus otros nietos, con mi hermano o conmigo nunca ha tenido esos detalles de abuelita amorosa, tampoco ha sido abuela gruñona, mas bien diria que ha sido un poco indiferente, logrando de esta manera que tanto mi hermano como yo la tratemos con la misma indiferencia, pero siempre con respeto, a finales del año pasado sufrio un ECV por el que tuvimos que salir corriendo y atenderla para lograr estabilizarla, y para leccion de vida, fuimos mi hermano y yo los que estuvimos al pendiente de todo con ella, creo que la leccion era mas para ella que para nosotros.

Actualmente mi abuela se encuentra en un estado en el que se irrita facilmente, es testaruda, desagradecida, muy muy terca, pelea por todo y con todos, hay dias en los que no recuerda los nombres de nosotros o de algunas cosas cotidianas, algo que a ella se le nota a leguas, le molesta, otros dias se siente como ausente, eso si, no ha dejado de quejarse por la comida sana, la verdad es que ella nunca fue amante de este tipo de comidas jajaja, los medicos dicen que estos estados de animo tan cambiantes son producto del mismo daño cerebral causado por el ECV y que debemos continuar con sus cuidados y atencion medica para que el mismo no ocurra.

_{Con mis abuela Martina - Creo que debemos actualizar la foto}

Si me lo preguntan, aun cuando mi abuela Martina no es mi favorita como ya lo pueden evidenciar, seria incapaz de dejarla en un asilo de ancianos, mucho menos sabiendo las viscicitudes que estos abuelos pasan en estos hogares, y aun encontrando uno que los atienda de las mil maravillas no tendria corazon para hacerlo, con ninguno de mis abuelos lo habria hecho, pues, es el calor de hogar, el amor de la familia, la mejor medicina para cualquier persona, sin importar la edad, los abuelos son el pilar fundamental de las familias por lo general, son ellos la pasta que los mantiene unidos, y aun cuando ya no estan continuan siendo esa amalgama que une familias enteras, criaron a nuestros padres y tios, e incluso nos criaron a nosotros como nietos, entonces ¿Porque darles la espalda en el ocaso de sus vidas?

Aunque esta es una publicacion para unirme a la iniciativa de

Hive account@hivedamor, promocionada gracias a la comunidad de

Hive account@family-friends, la verdad es que amo hablar de estos viejos hermosos que con todos sus defectos y virtudes dieron sus vidas por sacar adelante a sus hijos, sin dejar a ninguno por fuera, trabajando incansablemente para darles lo mejor de si, mis abuelos no estudiaron una profesion, pero se graduaron en la universidad de la vida definitivamente, soy fiel creyente de que aun queda gente buena en el mundo capaz de ayudar a personas desprotegidas sin esperar nada a cambio y capaces de dar cada dia lo mejor de si.

_{Imágenes de mi propiedad, tomadas de mi galería de fotos, sin edición.}