Sin embargo, los pocos recuerdos que tengo, son en aquella casa, en una pequeña ciudad, donde nos reuníamos a tomar el delicioso café con leche que nos hacía su esposa, mi abuela Carmen Damiana, de la cual he hablado en anterior oportunidad aquí en Hive.

En cambio, con mi abuelo Cipriano, si tuve más cercanía, inclusive hasta ser adulta, pues él, murió a los 95 años de edad, cuando ya yo tenía inclusive a mi hijo, que pudo conocer y compartir con su bisabuelo. Eso es una gran bendición. Cipriano fue el padre de crianza de mi madre, sin embargo, nunca se dejó sentir el hecho de que no fuese su padre biológico. Todo lo contrario.

Era muy divertido y jocoso mi viejito. Cómplice complaciente de muchas travesuras y protector como ningún otro. Me decía Mi China y siempre era cariñoso conmigo cuando nos encontrábamos. De él tengo muy bellos recuerdos. Le gustaba bailar y ser divertido y sociable. Mi abuela Josefina, su esposa, siempre peleaba con él porque era demasiado fiestero. Siempre sonreía y tenía una palabra cariñosa. Bello mi viejito. Le doy gracias a Dios que tuve la oportunidad de disfrutarlo durante largo tiempo de mi vida.

Nuestros viejitos son un tesoro inigualable del que, a veces, no nos damos cuenta, y los descuidamos. Siento que existe aún mucha insensibilidad hacia el tema de los abuelitos y la gente adulta mayor en general. Hay muchas personas insensibles, que abandonan a sus familiares mayores y los relegan a un lado causándoles sufrimiento.

Seamos empáticos y valoremos el tesoro de poder contar con nuestros abuelos. Seres únicos y maravillosos que dieron lo mejor de su vida para criar a sus hijos y llevarlos a una etapa adulta para que hicieran una buena vida. Los nietos también forman parte de ese tesoro que ellos cuidan y viven con alegría y sobre todo, con muchísimo amor desde su bello corazón.

However, the few memories I have are in that house, in a small town, where we used to meet to drink the delicious coffee with milk that his wife, my grandmother Carmen Damiana, whom I have talked about in a previous opportunity here in Hive, made for us.

On the other hand, with my grandfather Cipriano, I had more closeness, even as an adult, because he died at 95 years of age when I already had my son, who was able to meet and share with his great-grandfather. That is a great blessing. Cipriano was my mother's foster father, however, the fact that he was not her biological father was never felt. Quite the contrary.

He was very funny and jocular my old man. He was a willing accomplice to many pranks and protective like no other. He used to call me Mi China and was always affectionate with me when we met. I have very fond memories of him. He liked to dance and be fun and sociable. My grandmother Josefina, his wife, always fought with him because he was too much of a party animal. He always smiled and had a loving words. Beautiful my old man. I thank God that I had the opportunity to enjoy him for a long time in my life.

Our old people are an incomparable treasure that, sometimes, we do not realize, and we neglect them. I feel that there is still a lot of insensitivity towards grandparents and elderly people in general. There are many insensitive people, who abandon their elderly relatives and relegate them to one side causing them suffering.

Let us be empathetic and value the treasure of being able to count on our grandparents. Unique and wonderful beings who gave the best of their lives to raise their children and take them to the adult stage so that they could have a good life. The grandchildren are also part of that treasure that they take care of and live with joy and above all, with lots of love from their beautiful hearts.