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EspañolOur grandparents are the roots of the loving relationships within my family. My grandparents were the first ones who loved us all.
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“A family that fails to respect and cherish its grandparents, who are its living memory, is already in decline, whereas a family that remembers has a future.” (The Joy of Love, n.193)
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I have had the privilege of knowing my four grandparents for several years. I have been able to share pleasant moments and difficult situations with them. Thanks to them, I can recognize that grandparents have the strength to bring the family together, remember the history they share, and the bonds that unite its members. They are, within the family, the living memory of each of our loving relationships because they were the first people who loved us all.
Now I value even more the stories my grandparents have told me about their lives, the anecdotes that have happened to them, and the hardships they have endured. Everything is a priceless treasure, like a heritage of wisdom that belongs to my family.
Living with them, enjoying how they love everyone, gives me a deep sense of security. I do not come from anything, from chance, from anonymity. I come from concrete people and their love. My grandparents gave birth to my parents. Furthermore, my parents begot me. My grandparents were also begotten by their parents, and they also had grandparents. This allows me to understand that in my existence, there is a genealogy of people who loved each other and who loved me first before I was born and could reciprocate.
