To the memory of the grandpa Alfredo

To the memory of the grandpa Alfredo

I publish this reflection that I made in the entrance of blog of my smaller brother (see: Tatita good bye), that I create it has summarized shiningly the most important characteristics of the Tata Alfredo and reflects feeling that it obstructs us to the distance. Nevertheless, the death in himself forces to us to cultivate the memory permanently. It calls not to let to us pass the opportunity to fasten each detail of the intense life that has left these days, to be by always between us, and iron in the memory of his dear grandsons.

We two and Jaime, our older brother, were their perhaps most lucky grandsons of Angol and for that reason to have it always close. They were many hours of long conversations, much intensity and emotions. Memory those familiar evenings in the great house of Vergara. There we were the Pilín and Winston; Marco, Pato and Javier; sometimes it was the Vane and the Julianne I create; the very small Rutita; vale was a baby. and by all means the Marlene plus the trio of angolinos brothers: Jaime, Gerson and I. Suddenly the dance began, and in the middle of him, music stopped to take step to the tango that all we requested for the pair of owners of house. What follows is pure delight, I saw dance with deep emotion, the tata doing figures in the air to the compass of 2X4 and by all means the foot crossed the central line, went and returned for firulete always skilful to the fast, elegant and coqueto movement to flatter its dear Juana.

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