man who taught me something, who has mistakenly taken the place of my dear father, I stole a little of her determination, he gave me his passion for cycling, I loved perhaps more than any other grandchildren creating petty jealousies, I devotee to love him more than any other man, gave me her passion for endurance sports ... he gave me and I knew what I could grasp. First bike a mountain bike donated by him ... Man is why I think so is hard to find.
Next time, I loved his cuddles, days spent with him lying on the couch while watching TV (usually sports or films with ancient Rome), accompanied me to school ..
I still remember the smell when I wake up Sunday morning with his grandmother when preparing Sunday lunch for all.
When the night I had nightmares and was looking for his love waking up and going to sleep in the bed between his grandfather and grandmother ...
so I could tell ... 18 years of life spent with him .. I loved that so much in life and so now that love is an angel .. I love
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