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102 years!

(Abajo en Español)
Last week my grandfather, on my dad's side, turned 102 years, a really long life. I'm happy of be a grandchild of a simple men with a good heart and great health!

My grandfather never has been a guy of lots of words and is a serene men. Always happy to share his time with someone and be around his family and friends. His is really popular, thanks to his old age and great health, and a even young look. He was for more than 80 years the barber of his neighborhood, the profession of which he retired after well into his 90's.

As a child it was common to visit my grandpa every Sunday after church. Usually one of my dad's sisters or his brother, were there too visiting with their families, so we were, usually, a big group of people. Boys and girls, grown ups and teenagers, all at their grandpa's house on Sunday was so normal for me growing up, just like eating ice cream on a warm day.

My cousins and I used to spend part, if not all, of our vacations at grandpa's house. Yurani and I were there almost all the time playing with Barbie dolls, dancing, singing and even roller skating inside the house. Sometimes other cousins or friends would join in our party time. I have to add to the equation the companion and support of my aunt Luz Mila (ex-single aunt whom lived with my grandpa). It is hard for me to count on my hands how many times my grandpa got angry at girls nonsenses. I just can say that the only thing that I recall was being forced to do during those days was to pray to the rosary once a day, or even once a week.

This a small tribute to my grandfather in Colombia, whom at the age of 102 enjoyed, for the first time, last weekend the pleasure of being in a pool. I always remember him with a smile and a heart full of pride!

Happy birthday GrandPA!

Love you!

La semana pasada mi abuelo, por parte de mi papá, cumplío 102 años, sin duda una larga viva. Estoy feliz de ser un nieta de un hombre sencillo y con buen corazón y buena salud!

Mi abuelo nunca ha sido un hombre de muchas palabras y es un hombre tranquilo. Siempre dispuesto a compartir su tiempo con alguien y a estar cerca de familia y amigos. Un hombre muy popular gracias a su edad y notable salud, e incluso jóven apariencia. Fue por más de 80 años el barbero de su barrio, profesión de la que se retiró despues de pasar por los 90 años.

Cuando era pequeña era común visitar a mi abuelo todos los domingos después de ir a misa. Por lo general, las hermanas o el hermano de mi papa, también lo hacian con sus familias, asi que siempre eramos un grupo grande de personas. Niños y niñas, adultos y quinceañeras, reunidos en casa del abuelo en domingo era tan normal para mí creciendo, como comer helado en un día caluroso.

Mis primos y yo solíamos pasar parte, o casi todas, nuestras vacaciones en casa del abuelo. Yurany y yo estabamos casi todo el tiempo allí, jugando con Barbies, bailando, cantando e incluso patinando dentro de su casa. En algunos momentos otros primos o amigos se unian a nuestro grupo. Tengo que agregar a esta ecuación de diversión los mimos y la alcahueteria de mi tía Luz Mila -Tia soltera para la epoca, que vivía con mi abuelo. Es difícil para mi contar en mis manos las veces que mi abuelo se enojo con nuestras tonterías de niñas, y sólo puedo decir que lo único que tenia que hacer a la fuerza era rezar el rosario una vez al día, o incluso a la semana.

Este es un pequeño tributo a mi abuelo en Colombia, el cual a sus 102 años disfruto, por primera vez, el pasado fin de semana el placer de estar en una piscina, y al cual siempre recuerdo con una sonrisa y llena de orgullo en el corazon de conocerlo.

Feliz cumpleaños Abuelito!

Te quiero mucho!!!


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