In my time in this life, I have great friends and one of them certainly one was and remains the Mcrow grandfather. He was also
Veracruz. Though I suppose it was the watered down version of the common stereotype.
came from a middle class working family, consisting of his parents and sister. Mcrow great-grandfather, whom I had the opportunity to meet my grandmother divorced and later he moved to Mexico. In his later years, my grandfather found out he wanted to realize the mentioned proverb that "the premium is snuggles" and just like that, he leaned against his to marry again.
My grandfather at age eighteen she moved to Mexico to begin establishing what would his political career in this country.
eventually fell in love a girl who years later remembered as a beautiful young lady. The reality is that this woman does not think the same thing and marry another.
I tried many times to imagine the sadness you may have felt. For though all who knew him, we think it was a lot of things no one remember him as a man prone to sentimentality. Or so most people believe. I know that inside was a man who harbored great passions and I am sure that this was a watershed in his life.
How do I know? The simple fact that he later married, is more than enough to tell who really was in love with this girl.
After some years, this beautiful lady was widowed and left alone with a child of twelve years. My grandfather was also all extremely smart man, saw the opportunity, to put it in football terms, header inside the area and married her. That aforementioned beautiful girl (who looks then I had some years old), would later be invaluable honor of my grandmother.
As a result of this marriage came two more children. My aunt Apple and my Dad.
As expected in a marriage, in which I am sure my grandmother married rebound and because he was probably very difficult for a woman to be alone in the late forties, the marriage never worked very well and ended up separating, but never divorced. My grandfather would tell me later that he did not because their religion forbade it.
That's like if I suddenly tell them that I will not write this blog because I have to continue my career as a nuclear physicist. Another strong showing that my grandfather, if he was a man prone to sentimentality. If you loved and loved in earnest and when he got an idea in his head he could take her to the grave.
One feature that we still fireengraved in our chain of DNA. For
me, since I have reason, my grandfather lived with us.
very child I remember going to work always impeccably dressed, without the slightest blemish or trickle descocido, perfectly shined shoes and in your car that, while falling the worst tornado in history was always clean up the bottom. I guess it was the only car that was not ugly at the bottom. Similarly
as he was, was his fourth. Never in my life have I seen more order and neatness in anything or anyone. Maybe in the Palace of Versailles in Paris, but nothing more.
My grandfather was the most gentle and quiet as I remember. Always concerned about the major themes of country and his family. He always had time despite his busy schedule to devote to their grandchildren. Lead us and bring us, to buy the trinket that we liked and above all listen to anything that you would like to say. I imagine that at that time to the position it had in the State Government should have many things to do, but frankly I do not remember running or busy for us.
Never was a man prone to save and I think he always brought up all his money. I think it came to the bank and asked to give him all the more tickets that were new and beautiful, carefully ordered and held the whole wad with an impressive finishing touch with his name engraved on a shield surmounted it. Years later I remember being up a truck with him and when pulled the wad of money, secured by the snap majestically, prey was usually more than one look. Maybe they thought that this old man with such poise and personality should be a millionaire and only had climbed into a truck by a mere eccentricity.
What I liked most was talking to my grandfather. Exercised that smoking is increasingly scarce, with the expertise of a good politician. Addressed the various issues in a deep and friendly partners who seduced two or three or four hours duration of the conversation. Once
walking with him, he found a man in their path and began to speak. I ... an impatient boy about nine years since then my mind was elsewhere and wanted to get to the square we were going to eat ice cream and play in the arcades. He did not care that his grandfather Mcrow, to stay three hours!, Speaking with this gentleman.
When finally we went there and asked: Where does this man know Grandpa? From nowhere, is the first time we meet.
just met into the street!, Three hours talking about economics, politics, women, cars, wines, history, medicine and God knows what else!
As I said, my grandfather in the art of conversation was something like as a Michelangelo sculpture. That only would you have felt grandfather over the years, in which only talked by text or by our cell phones!
When my grandfather retired from life "public" and us by these strange twist of fate, lived in Guadalajara, he spent six months in Monterrey and Guadalajara six months with us.
Monterrey always lived in a hotel. Nothing unusual for a man who lived twenty years in one when he was in Mexico City. That may give them a good idea of \u200b\u200bmy grandfather's frugal personality.
remember that for me, the best six months of the year, were the ones my grandfather went with us. I am also sure that in those years was when our friendship was strengthened. My grandfather I owe this immense love I have for a movie, because it was our hobby, besides going to play the machines, which I'm sure he always exercised his patience while I spent hours and hours there.
When we had a while playing I said: Now we go for ice cream and sit on an ice. What's that for? For the girls to see that happen.
He liked women Grandpa, there is no doubt about that. In addition, he had no qualms about telling you sold ice cream, the waitress, the cinema box office or he will. Always turn and told me in front of the female lucky day. Have you ever seen a girl more beautiful than she?
And while the girl was biting her shawl and looked at the sky as Maria Felix in Tizoc, I hid under the first table found. Remember that I was just a child and to me at that time, women were enigmatic beings that I do not know much. I think it still is, but the point is that my grandfather was a Casanova.
I think that as the girls were old man, believed that we were going to do anything. But I think if you neglected little bit ...
What life did to this gentleman has no name. Now back and living in Monterrey, my grandfather slowly began to forget everything that had been and done.
started with normal things like "What day is today? What year are we? And what do you call this street? After
to more serious things like when he took a fork and said why is that? Who are you? and Whose son are you?
Mcrow Grandpa say he did not die in a day. It was dying slowly over several years. Slowly I go into a deeper and deeper sleep until you forget everything.
I remember sitting in his rocking chair at the entrance, smoking one or two cigarettes at once and although I did not know who we were, we always greeted very friendly and smiling as we always did. I am sorry that this is known as the General. How could I not met him in those years when the Crayola trotted along the edge of the sidewalk and when talking of everything and everyone?
an April 5 died eleven years ago. The last time I saw him was in a bed away from everything and everyone. His left eye had lost a tough battle against infection. It was only a matter of time. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, thanked him for everything he had done for me and I went on a trip that was to Acapulco.
returned at noon a week later and died the next morning.
It's amazing you get older and I still do not get over his departure. In the hardest moments of my life when the figure comes from somewhere and shelters me compassionate. Whether through a dream or a memory. Do not look, he always comes, as it has come at this moment by some untimely tears, remembering all this.
Wherever you are, Grandpa Mcrow is the model I chose. He lives through me and all the love I sowed in those who knew him.
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