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HISTORIA DE MIS ABUELOS

AMOR ETERNO

VERSION EN ESPAÑOL

Fanny Albano De Paoli


Mi mamama Emma era una mujer brillante, llena de amor por su familia, y especialmente amante de la vida, aunque desde joven había perdido el sentido del oído. Era la mujer más hermosa del mundo, por lo menos eso es lo que sentíamos nosotros. Mi hermana y yo veíamos televisión con ella en una época en la que no existían los subtítulos. Cuando pienso en eso me entristezco, porque a ella le hubiera encantado tener subtítulos al ver sus novelas. Ella se reía o lloraba cuando había una escena de amor y después nos preguntaba: “¿Qué dijo?” Y nosotras nos matábamos de la risa. ¿Por qué estaba llorando si no sabía lo que dijeron? Le enseñó a su esposo, a sus hijos y a sus nietos lo que significa la dulzura. Sus sentimientos eran intensos, no tenía malos sentimientos, era puro amor. La tristeza era una de las expresiones de su amor. Ella tuvo unas gemelas que murieron antes de cumplir los dos años, podías ver su belleza a través de su tristeza y su tristeza a través de su belleza. Ese sentir siempre estaba ahí, pero nunca interfería con su dulzura.

Una mañana nos llamó mi abuelito y nos dijo que había llamado a su hija la doctora porque mi mamama se había desmayado. Ahí mismo fuimos a su casa. Cuando llegamos, ella estaba echada en su cama y nos enteramos de que había tenido un pequeño ataque, pero felizmente solo había sido un susto. Fuimos con nuestro perro Cachivache, y él se sentó a su costado y no se separó de ella hasta que nos despedimos. Mi abuelita lucía cansada y era muy raro verla en la cama porque siempre estaba trabajando y encargándose de atender a mi abuelito.

Nunca me olvidaré cuando me agarró de la mano y me dijo: “Tengo miedo”. Le pregunté “¿Por qué, mamama?” Me contó que había tenido un sueño en el cual su hermana Blanca le decía “Emma, Noris y yo ya morimos, ahora te toca a ti”. Yo no podía creer lo que me estaba diciendo porque su hermana Blanca efectivamente había muerto hacía tres meses, pero mi abuela no lo sabía. Su hermana Blanca vivía en una ciudad lejana y habíamos decidido no compartir la noticia de su muerte con mi abuela por un tiempo.

Esa misma noche recibimos otra llamada. Esta vez habían llevado a mi mamama al hospital porque le había dado otro ataque y no la habían podido despertar. Estaba en coma. Esos días en el hospital se hicieron larguísimos. Todos los días cuando regresábamos del colegio le preguntábamos a la primera persona que veíamos si había buenas noticias. Las buenas noticias nunca llegaron, 21 días después este angelito regresó al cielo, como se lo había anunciado su querida hermana Blanca. Yo sabía en mi corazón que la estaban esperando. Mi mamama siempre se había preocupado por todos; esta vez la iban a cuidar a ella.

Mi abuelito Rafael era un hombre bastante fuerte; había tenido tres ataques al corazón antes de la muerte de su amada Emma. Él no quería morirse y dejarla, pero nunca se imaginó que ella lo dejaría antes. Luego de que mi abuela murió, yo creo que él rezaba todos los días para que Dios se lo llevara también. Todos tratamos de hacer que su vida fuera lo más llevadera posible, pero mi abuelo no quería vivir sin mi mamama. Diez meses después, Dios respondió a su súplica. La historia de amor de mis abuelos continúa en la eternidad.


ABOUT MY GRANDPARENTS

ENGLISH VERSION

By: Fanny Albano De Paoli

ETERNAL LOVE

My grandmother Emma was a vibrant lady, full of love for all her family and especially love for life even though she had lost her hearing at a young age. She was the most beautiful woman, at least she was for all of us. My sister and I used to watch TV with her at the time when closed caption was not available. Thinking about it makes me sad because she would have loved captions during her novelas (Spanish soap operas). She would start laughing or crying at a love scene and then she would look at us and say: “What did he say”? And we would crack up, “why was she crying if she didn’t know what they were saying”? She taught her husband, her kids and her grandchildren the meaning of sweetness. Her feelings seemed intensified, but she didn’t have bad feelings, only feelings of love. Sadness was definitely one of her feelings of love. She had twin girls that died before they turned 2, you could see her beauty through her sadness and her sadness through her beauty. This feeling was always there, but it never got in the way of her sweetness.

One morning our grandpa called us and said that earlier that day he had to call his daughter the doctor because my mamama had fainted and wasn’t responding. We got in the car right away and what should have taken us 30 minutes, took us 15. By the time we got there, she was in bed and we found out that she had a minor stroke, but it was only a scare. We took our dog Cachivache and it sat right next to her bed and never left her sight. She looked very tired and it was very strange to see her in bed because she was usually working and taking care of our grandfather.

I will never forget when she grabbed me by the hand and said: “I’m scared”. I asked her ‘Why mamama?” She continued to tell me about her dream where her sister Blanca appeared to her and said “Emma, Noris and I already died, now it’s your turn”. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me because her sister Blanca had actually died 3 months before, but she lived in a faraway city and we had decided not to tell our mamama in the meantime. We knew she wouldn’t find out because they were both very busy attending to their families and didn’t have time to travel and visit each other.

The same night we got another phone call and they had taken her to the hospital because she had another stroke and this time they weren’t able to wake her up. She was in a coma. Those days in the hospital seemed so long. Every day when we came back from school, we asked the first person we saw to give us good news. Good news never came, and 21 days later this Angel went back to Heaven, just like her beloved sister Blanca had told her. I knew in my heart that they were waiting for her. She was always worried about everyone else, this time they were going to take care of her.

My grandpa Rafael was a very strong man, he had had 3 heart attacks before his beloved Emma died. He didn’t want to die and leave her, but he never thought she would ever leave him first. I feel he prayed every single day for God to take him. We tried to make life possible, but he did not want to live without her. Ten months later God answered his prayers and their love story continued in eternity.

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