This, unfortunately, turns out to be a very common story in our country.
They were a couple who had lived practically everything. From the Civil War or the Dictatorship to the arrival of democracy. Both with optimism had lived both the best and the worst times in the country.
But he, economist, tireless worker, had only one defect, a small vice. This vice was dangerous and attacked you little by little.
Many people in their time had it because they did not know its effects.
In the end, came the terrible diagnosis: lung cancer. Tobacco had cost him his death sentence.
In her last sighs she took his hands and said: Thank you, thank you for everything you have given me. I do not know if there is anything after death, but whatever it is I hope you are waiting for me
