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you rest, Tata.

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When you're child is not aware of time or things that happen around you ..

was about 5 .. 6 years .. maybe more ..
we came back in the car rental in Lake Rapel ..
my dad went off the road to the house and entered Melipilla ..
going to go see my Tata ..

My mom was nervous about the reunion ...

I had in hand a water bottle full of "pirgüines" he had caught with a plastic strainer on the shores of the lake ..
with the idea of \u200b\u200bputting them in the aquarium of the house ..

not much time had passed since I did not see it ..
but gave the same ..
barely saw me gave me a of his trademark hugs tight
and sent me to put more water into the bottle before you finish all the fish with wadding up .....

That was the first memory that came to mind today when I notice my mother crying that my Nanny had died ....

do not know why that memory ... Since so many people cherish.
Maybe because this reunion maco the start of a second stage in the relationship with my Tata.
Before that .. not much I can remember .. only stories I have heard ..

My Tata ..
always care for having a barbecue, pies, rabbit, free-range eggs, CAUSE ...
anything to share a good time ..
very tight hug ..
a big smile ..
and inevitable cognac 3 sticks "..

Around the grid with the " coñacola " on hand ..
walk through the paddock with hidden deep .. Walking in
bike with dog clothes in his pants .. Gluing
books ...
Always restless ...
With wrinkled brow ..
seafood ...
Laughing ... Talking
..

So I will remember ...
because it may have ended those sweet moments ..
but NEVER the affection and your memory.

Rest in peace, Tata.