arrive. The evil days come, and when you can not do anything, but just live with the pain and sadness, regrets and memories, there is nothing to be done. Keep doing the washing and drying clothes. But then you sit in a chair, and the best thing to do is drink a cup of milk and coffee. Looking back as he drank with gusto. He liked the warm milk and white, with pieces of bread inside. And sugar, of which he was greedy. The soup of milk, is one of the memories I have as a child. The soup of milk was a time for doing good to eat something tasty, and stop at the end of the day. Last gourmet gift before going to bed.
My grandfather is gone, my grandfather Onofrio is gone. He is gone.
Onofrio My Grandfather was a good, fair, good, generous and honest. It was just as loving grandparents can be. And though he spent his life working in the most remote and inaccessible places, in deserts and in countries at war, it is not ever complained. Lavorarava honestly with pride for his family. My grandfather was foreman. Respected by all, starting from his superiors. Inflexible, as only the righteous can be. And then fix everything my grandfather. If something broke, he knew perfectly well adjusted. He had a box full of screws, nails and tools, and when opened to fix something I sat down to watch it and look how good he was doing things.
now no more, and to me it is not proud of my grandfather. I still remember his beautiful and sweet. His example and his immense love. I caress you, Grandpa. We cherish forever. Ivana
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