In each of us who are also parents and grandparents, who were lucky to live with grandparents, enjoy his undivided loves her, but not a few small children when born lacking the care of grandparents. I just live with him in no time, but memories of him then go off this life I also don't forget.Look at the picture of him on the altar, the West's memories back towards me. When his high stature alive, vigorous gait and stout hands. His eyes but no longer faster like in the army, but in her eyes, I still see a love infinite descendants. But the thing I like best in him is silver white, curly beard that I usually try talons for straight. Each time so he just smiled as saying: "my nephew he is still too little".Our childhood always need a guardian angel, who will be at your side to drive away your fears and comforted when needed or encouragement during a difficult. For me, it is his Angel. Although he is no longer young and beautiful as the angels that I regularly hear in fairy tales but he always knows how to make me happy and my immature soul oriented toward good. For me, that's enough, respectable too.I did very little, which he also left me very unwell, parents often busy working away so he is always with me and take care of me. Many nights I cried because mother sobbed, he hugged me, telling me the fairy story by voice, gentle and warm Hue to the bizarre. So right when he began telling stories I feel incredibly warm. I slowly acquaint him slightly, with no parents, but on the contrary I find intimacy with him than with her parents. The time I fell the pain, he often help me up, massage of massage on pain even worse Wen and: "I look at this, this is just some day, scratch again is going off but then I will know more cautious stand going to fall off." Yes really, after every fall as I draw experience to not repeat the same mistakes.When I entered, the gift that he gave me made me very suddenly, it was the doll. He said the doll always know to stand up after falling out and I also like it. Gently, little by little, he gave me the first life lesson to do for tomorrow. Every evening study, he accompanied me to school, Mr snowman nót for each character, I teach me mathematics text.When I'm bigger classes, he is not with me anymore because I had the sense of self study, but as a habit I still he may shine next to hear me read an article writer or just let him know I had that difficult problem. He always compliments me. Encouragement, motivation really necessary for a child. Every time you hear the word graciously, I saw happy and I know that I am not alone. Even when I was beating the bat in the House to get the play or box when I dance connoisseurs mistake in the class had to do a review, he do that just looked me in the eye and said: "I have found myself at fault?". Just like that, but I feel very sad and remorse by I know have made him disappointed.Then he at every age, poor health, he could not also play and learn with me anymore. On a cold winter day, he was forever gone. Hearing of the death of God under foot as I collapsed, I remember the sadness and hurt him immensely. How many memories of you can show about in me. He brought me up, I did promise long after growing up will give his, but I have yet to do anything, then he was bye bye baby.Now he is no longer anymore, I also did not do anything to repay his, I just told myself that, sure he is still watching over me, still cover me and always wanted to live in good standing as to what life taught me
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