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The last time Love

is seven and a half of a hot afternoon the last day of March, two thousand eleven.
At the entrance to the ICU of Hospital de Motril, we strive to a few people, put us some plastic booties and a green gown pa ra visit our loved ones that you struggle to survive. Activity
slowly into the room and look for my Carmen. In an area near a window is the paragraph
Atossa lying in bed dozing ement lev and breathing hard.
two days ago they removed the respirator tubes and have now replaced the mask, which crushed the nose, a tube that provides oxygen.
gently touched her anus m right and opens my eyes, aecia pr eyes, bright and beautiful.

try to tell me something that I can not understand, respirator tubes have had to do some damage in the throat and nasogastric tube does not help so he can talk.
fail to understand, I can hardly say - not go -

- No my love, I'm not, I'll stay with you all the time.

I tell him not to speak, to no effort, that if I have to answer yes, close your eyes and if I have to say no, which fully opened.

- Do you love me, my life? - and I shut my eyes tight.
caress his swollen hand, run my fingers through his cheek flushed with a foot rest and start to talk about our grandson, when we had
in ca sa late February, her beautiful face and angelic smile.
I say that soon is going to get well and return home to our room where we spent many hours together, watching
or those cooking shows that are so fond. Search
Internet emos these places we travel, we call hotels to identify whether there is room for when we plan the trip ... and she smiles with a beautiful and happy laughter.

- Do you want the next trip to
sea? - and closes his eyes tightly.
- You know I thought? we're going to go to Almeria, on the edge of your sea and go to the fish market so you can make these dishes as rich and evening stroll along the shore, beside the waves, holding hands ...
do you have to release the skirt and the jacket so beautiful that you've done.
smiles and tries to speak - No, do not tell me, do not force yourself, you know what I mean? - and closes his eyes tightly.

kiss his hand and stroked his hair messy.
I speak of our children, and his face lights up. Our children!
the greatest treasure we have.
- Remember the Canteras beach in the Canary Islands, most beautiful Christmas with our children eh? - Back to accentuate her smile and squeezes my hand. - Yes, of course, equally pretty
of this year, we've been with them at home, the case is to be together all ... and with little Mario ... You know what? when you pass a plant I bring the computer and connect to them to see the little guy ...
- You're beautiful!
- I made a gesture as if to say ... if, of course, gorgeous - really these very pretty and I love you so much Carmenca,
you're the best thing that has happened in my life, you're beautiful milk! - emphasizes her smile, that beautiful laugh, while you caress his cheeks.

Le Finisterre speak so excited that he did know, the beach of the Cathedrals of Rib
adeo, we gobbled lobster in Santiago, walks along the beach of Altea, the scorpion fish that we ate on the beach of Albir and paella in the Malvarrosa Pepic in Valencia ... The time goes fast, as if time did not want us to continue inexorably together and get the announcement that I have to leave the premises, and again kissed her hand and forehead and slowly walked away from him without watching her while she makes a gesture of farewell to his swollen hand.

at the exit and then take off my green robe, I look the clock and it's after eight-thirty.

The next day another terrible peritonitis led back to the operating room on April 7 left me forever, after having given the forty-four happiest years of my life. Wonderful and beautiful woman, ideal companion, good conversationalist, cultured, loyal friend, passionate lover, loving mother, perfect wife ..., if it were possible I would have given half of the days I have left to live for if any happened to her together and hand, as I said with grace "You and I to pa my pa you toa"

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