Let a small indent in this kind of vital reminder that I'm sharing with you. As ye shall have realized who read this blog, most entries are preceded by a photo of Pilar. I try to keep a timeline on them. So far they have gone as we met at first, an image that has nothing to do with maturity, or the time when we got married, or the time when our son was born Sergio. Pilar has remained forever young, with a smoothness on the skin that was the envy of family and friends, and while in these initial pictures looked like a grown woman (as was, on the other side), as was ripening was getting more beautiful as you can see in the future, if not before you are bored, and have neglected to read these pages as mine as yours.
The choice of cover photographs of the items I had assumed from the beginning a small quebradero head, and I explained the reason: after the death of Pilar, and once I decided to embark on this adventure, the first thing I did was try to sort memories, represented by photographs and small newspapers that we conducted of our trips , embodied in two or three pages, typed, machine spare time in which Pilar enjoyed at work, or hand-scrawled in various books that have been making relentless yellowed by time that has elapsed since they were written. Searching and rummaging through the house, I discovered with some surprise and disappointment enough, it actually kept quite a few photographs of that era. Found several batches of slides belonging to a period between 1988 and 1989, which gave me for using this imaging system. The slides, projected on a screen or wall, were spectacular, but of course, move them to digital format was a small nuisance, or so I thought until I found a scanner in the company where I work, which facilitated this work. Much of the photographs that have appeared so far obtained from these slides, and will appear as we proceed further.
Another source of information and remember are just three or four albums of photographs, those with adhesive sheets with a clear plastic sheet that covered the whole once the work of arranging the photographs on the leaves. In this way I managed also to scan, a lot of images that no longer remembered.
However, after rummaging documents and photographs, he missed quite a few moments that we spent together, not just travel, but hiking, and even the odd meeting with friends or relatives. As you can imagine, you do not remember all the times when photographs were made of a particular event, but is able to remember certain events in those who did it was safe that had been shot photography and I was missing quite a few of those moments. For concretaros a bit more this point, I was unable to find the photos you did in Lanzarote, possibly our first trip together, which we threw at least the picture I have framed in my room, which appeared in one of the first items of this blog.
can say that at that time, aware that documents were missing graphics, suffered a "mild anxiety", and I decided to embark on a relentless pursuit, in an attempt to reinforce that we all have limited memory, and therefore we can help to mitigate the sadness that has meant the loss of the beloved. You might think it a lie, but I managed, with that technique, blurring my mind the image of Pilar in the last months of the disease, and preserve intact the image of vitality that has always had. In that spirit, I inquired at the huge amount of albums that has my father, and surprised to find pictures that did not even know existed, or who took it for long since forgotten. My sister Laura, sometimes great supporter of this blog thanks to his good memory, I also gave a lot of pictures, belonging to the times when we were out together the four, Pilar, my sister, my brother Javier and me.
After this collection, with corresponding prey for family houses, I was yet with the feeling that he had recovered some part, but I was still the most important piece of the pie. It was hard to believe that all those memories were not hidden somewhere, and got virtually the house upside down trying to find them. There was something I did not add up. It was hard to fathom Pilar, who was so methodical and orderly, would not have controlled the situation. It may cost you understand, because you have not had the great fortune to live with it, but for me it was clear that something was wrong, it could not be. Finally I resigned myself to the bulk photographs must be somewhere in the house of Albalate, and with that idea Mentalic me that look and next summer. That is, I began to forget the matter.
Last Monday, a cleaner at the top of a locker room Sergio, appeared a plastic box of considerable size, hidden in a corner that is not visible from ground level. You can already imagine what it contained the above box. Several hundred photographs on paper, of all ages and all sizes, loose ones and are grouped with others of the same date, bound other small yellow album, of which gift when revelabas a reel in a photo lab, tucked in their respective envelopes other, with their negative and all ...
I started looking at photographs, with rapidly beating heart to discover new travel situations and forgotten corners that already believed. What had hitherto done as an activity in a way dosed, seeing the photographs slowly over the last three months, became suddenly on Monday in a blizzard of images in a visual binge. That, as it could be otherwise ended up as the string of dawn. After being looked for nearly an hour, an endless number of photographs that wasted Pilar vitality and joy in every pore of his skin, I ended up as the protagonist of "Cinema Paradiso", ie free teardrop crying. There were the trip to Lanzarote, the trip to Paris with my sister and my brother, excursions to the outskirts of Madrid, Albalate corners, Pilar hugging me, smiling that mischievous Pilar glad that both used for posing, having fun with Pilar Burgos's cousins, parents of Ramon y Cajal ...
hard to see the images of a loved one when we left, I assure you, but also greatly gratifying. This is when you start to make you truly aware of everything that deserves to have lived grief, a moment of happiness as reflected in a particular image, makes up for any sadness that we can present. I've never been so present Bourdakian phrase that heads this blog, as I discovered when the flood of happy moments. As you rightly said a colleague who is currently going through tough times with her husband's health, life is not a party, but I matizarÃa that for a long time, as it were.
When I told my mother that had appeared the photos, was not surprised at all. "I knew it would be stored somewhere. Pilar left him all tied up and securely tied. "
It's true.
The choice of cover photographs of the items I had assumed from the beginning a small quebradero head, and I explained the reason: after the death of Pilar, and once I decided to embark on this adventure, the first thing I did was try to sort memories, represented by photographs and small newspapers that we conducted of our trips , embodied in two or three pages, typed, machine spare time in which Pilar enjoyed at work, or hand-scrawled in various books that have been making relentless yellowed by time that has elapsed since they were written. Searching and rummaging through the house, I discovered with some surprise and disappointment enough, it actually kept quite a few photographs of that era. Found several batches of slides belonging to a period between 1988 and 1989, which gave me for using this imaging system. The slides, projected on a screen or wall, were spectacular, but of course, move them to digital format was a small nuisance, or so I thought until I found a scanner in the company where I work, which facilitated this work. Much of the photographs that have appeared so far obtained from these slides, and will appear as we proceed further.
Another source of information and remember are just three or four albums of photographs, those with adhesive sheets with a clear plastic sheet that covered the whole once the work of arranging the photographs on the leaves. In this way I managed also to scan, a lot of images that no longer remembered.
However, after rummaging documents and photographs, he missed quite a few moments that we spent together, not just travel, but hiking, and even the odd meeting with friends or relatives. As you can imagine, you do not remember all the times when photographs were made of a particular event, but is able to remember certain events in those who did it was safe that had been shot photography and I was missing quite a few of those moments. For concretaros a bit more this point, I was unable to find the photos you did in Lanzarote, possibly our first trip together, which we threw at least the picture I have framed in my room, which appeared in one of the first items of this blog.
can say that at that time, aware that documents were missing graphics, suffered a "mild anxiety", and I decided to embark on a relentless pursuit, in an attempt to reinforce that we all have limited memory, and therefore we can help to mitigate the sadness that has meant the loss of the beloved. You might think it a lie, but I managed, with that technique, blurring my mind the image of Pilar in the last months of the disease, and preserve intact the image of vitality that has always had. In that spirit, I inquired at the huge amount of albums that has my father, and surprised to find pictures that did not even know existed, or who took it for long since forgotten. My sister Laura, sometimes great supporter of this blog thanks to his good memory, I also gave a lot of pictures, belonging to the times when we were out together the four, Pilar, my sister, my brother Javier and me.
After this collection, with corresponding prey for family houses, I was yet with the feeling that he had recovered some part, but I was still the most important piece of the pie. It was hard to believe that all those memories were not hidden somewhere, and got virtually the house upside down trying to find them. There was something I did not add up. It was hard to fathom Pilar, who was so methodical and orderly, would not have controlled the situation. It may cost you understand, because you have not had the great fortune to live with it, but for me it was clear that something was wrong, it could not be. Finally I resigned myself to the bulk photographs must be somewhere in the house of Albalate, and with that idea Mentalic me that look and next summer. That is, I began to forget the matter.
Last Monday, a cleaner at the top of a locker room Sergio, appeared a plastic box of considerable size, hidden in a corner that is not visible from ground level. You can already imagine what it contained the above box. Several hundred photographs on paper, of all ages and all sizes, loose ones and are grouped with others of the same date, bound other small yellow album, of which gift when revelabas a reel in a photo lab, tucked in their respective envelopes other, with their negative and all ...
I started looking at photographs, with rapidly beating heart to discover new travel situations and forgotten corners that already believed. What had hitherto done as an activity in a way dosed, seeing the photographs slowly over the last three months, became suddenly on Monday in a blizzard of images in a visual binge. That, as it could be otherwise ended up as the string of dawn. After being looked for nearly an hour, an endless number of photographs that wasted Pilar vitality and joy in every pore of his skin, I ended up as the protagonist of "Cinema Paradiso", ie free teardrop crying. There were the trip to Lanzarote, the trip to Paris with my sister and my brother, excursions to the outskirts of Madrid, Albalate corners, Pilar hugging me, smiling that mischievous Pilar glad that both used for posing, having fun with Pilar Burgos's cousins, parents of Ramon y Cajal ...
hard to see the images of a loved one when we left, I assure you, but also greatly gratifying. This is when you start to make you truly aware of everything that deserves to have lived grief, a moment of happiness as reflected in a particular image, makes up for any sadness that we can present. I've never been so present Bourdakian phrase that heads this blog, as I discovered when the flood of happy moments. As you rightly said a colleague who is currently going through tough times with her husband's health, life is not a party, but I matizarÃa that for a long time, as it were.
When I told my mother that had appeared the photos, was not surprised at all. "I knew it would be stored somewhere. Pilar left him all tied up and securely tied. "
It's true.
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