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INTRODUCTION The last February, 22, When the almond trees started to flourish in this beautiful city named Granada, my mother, Ms. María del Carmen Hernández, left this world When She Was Only 57 years old. Her slow agony, started last May When She Was Diagnosed with a brain tumor, is now part of the past. As is her health Struggle to keep to Deteriorate That slowly, cruelly. As Medical Treatment That Is That extenuate her and put her under heavy stress resistance. Behind Are the desperation and sadness I Had to endure when i witness how she WAS dying slowly, little by little, unable to do anything but sit and watch. But i have the memory of mylife with her, with plenty pleasant remembrances, and I keep an Immense gratitude towards a new very special, very amiable, very tender person, owner of a special charm Through That She created her whole life, a life plenty of bad moments, But plenty of happiness, too, in a Struggle to Reach Stability, Both staff and family. A Life Devoted to the life project of Miguel Estrugo Santaeugenia, her husband, my father. She loved him with an intensity I Never Have Seen in Any Other couple, and suffered so much when to have left us, When He Was Young unfairly, in Dec. 25, 1999. And, Precisely When She Was Starting to get out of the dark depression for His death meant to her, When She Was getting ready to live a well Deserved to rest after a life dedicated to her family keep Were swept off the day theides and swept by winds and're DURING the millennia it has-been uninhabited.
| INTRODUCTION On February 22, when the almond trees began to flourish in this beautiful city called Granada, my mother, Maria del Carmen Hernandez, left this world, when she was 57 years. Behind is a slow death since last May was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Left behind struggle to regain their health that are deteriorated beyond repair. Behind are the anguish and despair to see how my mother was going slowly, and the feeling of powerlessness could not do anything about it. But it is also a lifetime of fond memories of PayableIt is a life devoted to his family, when doctors diferon we had a brain tumor. In short, my mother was a good person, and we are many who mourn his passing, especially when you have so much to live quedeba. The day after his funeral, now rests beside her husband in the cemetery of Granada, decided to return to Cadiz, the city that gave birth to my mother in 1949 and me in 1972, seeking to address this very sad loss in the city that is to his memory. Here is a small tribute to my mother, where I try to describe some of the thoughts, feelings and thoughts I had during that week I spent in the city that he loved my mother, Cadiz, the ciil of the Cathedral of Cadiz, the big building to the right of this picture, standing gracefully on the profile of the old historic houses in town? Is there any way to describe the memories that brings back that wall, leaning in, that encircles the area of Cadiz and the separation of the deep blue sea, ancient and Atlantic? Would I be able to transform into words the memories attached to this lovely pile of stones, built over three centuries to defend this beautiful city from the onslaught of enemies pasts? Be able to make visits typefaces cold Christmas when I still did not go to school for being too small, across the whole Iberian Peninsula by carat a time when roads were only ? Or summer sun, tempered by the easterly wind? Or the times you walked the streets, well attached to my mother's loving hand? |
 And on the left you can see the tops of the tallest trees Genovés Park, the green dot in the meantime navy. The park is an ancient Genoese botanical garden, which once belonged to a religious order and is now open to enjoy the gaHTMLXC \n | |
| I have made many reflexions during this time. And I've also cried many tears.
But I think I did it right with this brief visit to Cádiz, because my mother wanted to come back and meet her city once more. And she did, inside my heart. I know I will come or city. And it has, in my heart.
| - Miguel Estrugo - Granada, March 6, 2006 -
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