Arrival the stage of the professional studies always us enrumbaste by the way of the learning, of the search of the perfection, the professionalisation that got to be the greater pride than you experimented: that your two sprouts became professionals, who were worth by themselves, without dependency economic of nobody and giving the maximum of if for the own and collective well-being. How many things we learned of you with your wise words and advice. You taught the sense to us of the saving, that the human being needs the heat of the companion, of hand friend, of the consolation word. You were always kind to the daily performance of your daughters, abreast of whichever thing said in television or radio of the workings that we carried out, slope before the innumerable visits of one to behind schedule take care of the dream to him until and the kisses in your pelona (head) of the other. The affection that we professed to you is so great, so great that there are words no to describe it, they are to feel, an emotion, is the fear to that something bad happens to you, and by that same fear, quiet without nobody found out, we maintained an anger towards those years that fell on you and they moved away to us of the possibility of your apapachos, your affections, of your dreams, we wanted to you always present. We understood that they were many your desire to live, that you fought, that you did not surrender with the disease that it decreased your forces, because you knew that before the smallest signal than you needed to us, which soldiers we were there, to your side, guarding your dreams, cuidndote carefully, you did as it you with us during years. Day after day we were here to your side and from your I milk of patient you became quiet, with the lost glance like in search of that well-being that allowed you to return to share with your girls. Meanwhile, vindote distant, one of your sprouts fight with its tears that are flowing what spring, and the other kisses your arms, your chest, your head, trying arrancarte of that reality that it wraps to us but that we do not want to assume.
THE BIG MAN IS ON THE VERGE OF STARTING OFF. We would give the outside possible life if so that did not happen. Nothing was to do, hours after hours, night after night on the foot of your bed, hopeful in which you would rise and we would return to verte seated in your favorite chair, under the handle bush in that patio that is lost in the distance, preocupndote inasmuch as it occurred to your around. But he was useless, I say, was not useless, we gave everything you: always with you. Found feelings: law of the life we had, you by many years, never sufficient for disfrutarte. Perhaps we are egoistic but we want to you here making presence, nevertheless we cannot contradict the will of God that decides your game to another plane. From this tribune, to your side, acompandote as always, junticas in perfect harmony with this green nature where you lie, you tenth, as said you it with respect to us: Pa” we want to you, you are our pride. And in this day of the hand of the guide we asked to him to Diocito that takes care of Pato to us.
