the law of love

My grandparents
 
Mi abuelito Julian and mi abuelita Francisca met in their early 20's. He was a builder apprentice, and she was a maid in a house where she only had one day off a week. And it was on one of those days that a friend of hers convinced her to go to a sarabande place.  Yes, they met dancing.  A few weeks later they moved into a small, rented room where they started a life together, their home.   Years later, with 6 children, mi abuelito had a construction accident.  Mi abuelita told the story that mi abuelito’s foot showed something strange, but the doctors said it was just an infection.  But she knew the doctors were wrong, because on the farm where she had grown up, she had seen horses with the same symptoms, she said that what mi abuelito had on his foot was gangrene, and indeed it was.   They cut off my abuelito's foot first, but the gangrene had spread, they cut him below the knee, but again the gangrene had spread to the knee, so they cut off the whole leg.   Mi abuelito spent more than a year, almost two, in physiotherapy in the hospital, where apart from learning to walk with only one leg, he also learned to read and write. Mi abuelita, who was also illiterate, with six children, had to support her household and be strong (she was a mathematician, very skilled with numbers, calculations, etc.).  Mi abuelito dragged a wooden leg all the years of his life, but he was a renowned master builder.  He was a genius.  He was also an electrician, a plumber, a builder. He could fix everything. He built our house.   He died at the age of 73 of a heart attack.  Mi abuelita passed away at the age of 92, I have never met a stronger woman than her.  She cried like all women, sometimes a lot and in anger, but she never stopped living (rather than just existing) every day of her life.  One day I will tell her story.  A wonderful story of which I am a part.
 
the law of love
is my tribute to their great love