My grand father was a man of few words. I never saw him waring a Tshirt, blue jeans or a sweater . He was always on suits. HE wore custom made white shits. and black tie. no other color since his father was killed during an assault to the Banco de Espana in Oviedo. He always wore a hat and his sense of summer was this panama hat which I adored. He was an extremely honest man. He had s very important pisition in Hacienda in Madrid I remember in Christmas time all the amazing baskets that arrived to our home. It was this one in particular which had several levels which the most delicious foods that you can imagine and in each level several figurines of Lladro. We cryied so much when he also returned this one. I was so angry with him. then he called my sister and I, sat us on his lap and said: " You know in my job I have many important decisions to make, many times my decisions although fear. make many people unhappy and unhappy people send us presents for me yo change my mind Well I never change my mind when I do the right thing. and nobody can buy me. so do you understand now why all these beautiful presents have to go back? My sister was 4...so she started crying again. but I was 8 so I gave him a kiss, and helped him to move that amazing basket to the door. I knew without clearly understanding then that something very magic had happened. today I realized that day I received the most important lesson of integrity of my life. Today is the anniversary of his death. but he has always been alive in my heart as the most relevant influence in my life and as the wise and loving figure that so extraordinarily marked my childhood. I love you always Luis Azcarate
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 15:53:47 +0000
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