Tan muchas memorias, mi abuelo de buen corazón, tan muchas memorias. Gracias por estar allí por me, cuando me padre, su hijo, se murió; y ahora, estoy con usted en espíritu mientras que usted dibuja sus respiraciones pasadas. Esta canción era uno de sus favoritos, cuando usted bailó tarde en la noche de Argentina, con su amor verdadero, hace tan muchos años. Es la hora de unir con ella; y si un tango, un jig, o un fling, usted bailará libremente por fin con su Señor.
So many memories, my kind-hearted grandfather, so many memories. Thank you for being there for me when my father, your son, died; and now, I am with you in spirit as you draw you last breaths. This song was one of your favorites when you danced late into the Argentine night, with your true love, so many years ago. It's time for you to join her; and whether a tango, a jig, or a fling, you will be dancing freely at last with you Lord.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Por una Cabeza - Gardel
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My maternal grandfather died when I was 9 and I never knew my paternal grandfather. I didn't understand how important they could be in a person's life. You're so lucky to have known a love such as your grandfathers. Take care. xx
I'm sorry to hear of your situation in not knowing your grands; my husband also really only has fleeting images of his, as they also passed when he was young.
Thank you for your kind words! :)
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