"Sunday, December 22, 1926. Doña Dominga, a beautiful housewife, and Don Eugenio, a noble painter, both from San Bartolomé, were once again parents of a new male. It was a large family, where 14 children saw the birth of the man I want to venerate.
A child with beautiful green eyes and black hair, named Don Tomás Hernández Acosta, a good man who was going to conquer us with his noble heart.
Over the years this young man grew up and, after several conquests, married a woman, Isabel, whom he always loved.
They formed a home where they had 18 children, of whom God took 7, a great absence that marked them both. Don Tomás was a great father, with his effort working, between the port and painting houses, he took his family forward. The family grew bigger, their children would marry, the grandchildren would arrive... I arrived in his life!!!
Grandpa, for 31 years of my life, I had you close. From girl to woman, you spoiled me, leaving a love of enormous greatness. You were wonderful to me. You were like a father, a great grandfather and friend, who always accepted me with my flaws and virtues. He took me on his trips with you, we went together holding hands and you gave me beautiful dolls. He never scolded the girl who adored him so much, he only knew how to say nice things to me that I keep in my soul.
You went through many illnesses in life and at no time did we hear a complaint of pain. You, my adored grandfather, said to all of this: "I will defeat this disease."
The moment came and on November 1, 2011, God called him and took him away from me. Now I try to find those moments that we shared, I have a desire to be able to see your gaze in front of mine again and be able to hug you and share things together again, like when you lived.
Also tell you how much I miss you and that you will continue to be my best grandfather, that tender, sweet, good and companion grandfather. But since it's been almost 9 months since I felt your loss, I still can't get over it. Too much pain that I still feel, my pain that I carry inside.
Grandpa of the soul, I adore you. Now I only have his beautiful memories left and go daily to his grave to be able to visit him and place flowers on it that represent all the love that I carry inside and that I would have liked to give.
Grandpa Tomás, I hope that in the highest part of heaven, he can be proud of me and see that his granddaughter will never forget him. Thank you for everything we lived and for teaching me that life is joy. I thank you a thousand times for having you by my side. A grandfather like you, I had never dreamed of. I thank you totally from the heart, since there is no better grandfather than you.
Rest in peace, with all the love of your granddaughter."
R.R.H.
