my sister and I grew up with parents who lead by example. Two of the cornerstones on which to make our education were respect and solidarity and I think, modesty aside the two have remained firmly one thing to another. The force of will, love of work and healthy diet have less depth in both, honestly.
in my house were always open doors for those who can, as it was, what is there to comfort offered. The expert, my mother. Often discussed my sister and I do not know anyone so selflessly as she prepared to help. Have passed at home, therefore many people looking for someone to talk and my mother has always known how to listen and that, in these times is not so much the order of the day.
Among many memories with a special affection for Don Mark, an excommunicated priest who suffered from schizophrenia. Apparently it had been in prison during the Franco dictatorship to defend not really know what rights they had some neighbors and also it was so breathtakingly attractive women also caused him, some other problem. There were also legends about him one of the most repeated once said, holding a funeral, trying to lift the spirits of the respectable they sang "are your perjúmenes women" hoping to alleviate the sadness of the relatives of the dead. Do not say that it is not tender, history. I do not know what part is real and how much fantasy in this and other stories but I remember him, as if it were yesterday, coming home, where he was waiting for my mother. Asked a cold beer with that before drinking, cooling the face and hands. After the two chatted about the divine and the human and sometimes we did a little theater where he celebrated Mass and my sister, my mother and I struggled to keep up as altar servers. He liked what cantásemos chorus of "together, as brothers ..."
had with my mother a very special and I wanted to remind you today.
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