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"It seems that everything that comes from the elderly has no value and this must be changed, among all"
Mental illness: the invisible enemy
Have you ever stopped to think if the people you admire are really worthy of that feeling?
It is funny how from childhood they teach us to know how to win, but not to know how to lose and assume defeats as part of the natural process of life.
They have explained to all of us how to behave when one wins or is successful, but how are we to behave when we lose?
And how should we accommodate the losses?
When we refer to winning or losing, people immediately think in sporting terms, but true victories or defeats are not played on the football field, they are played on the field of life.
We spend our lives achieving small or large victories (work, children ...) and defeats (heartbreak, loss of a loved one ...), in many of them we can hardly influence, but what we should do is act so that they affect us in the best possible way.
Unfortunately, nobody teaches us to live, we have to learn by ourselves.
On December 4, I suffered one of those losses that one cannot do anything to avoid: my mother-in-law passed away after a long illness.
My relationship with Curra, that's what it was called, was always very busy.
It all started in the summer of 2000;
I was determined to take my girlfriend on vacation with my family, but I had a problem, since her mother didn't like it at all.
We had only been dating for a few months and it seemed premature to him.
Finally, he agreed after much insistence on the part of my current wife.
I picked up Rocío from her house, said goodbye to her parents, grabbed her suitcase and we got on the elevator and when the doors were closing, under the watchful eye of my mother-in-law, I blurted out: "One to zero."
Since that day we have been constantly "scoring" goals.
One of his most famous goals was to tell us that we couldn't get married because he still considered us too young.
She was so firm in her position that I already had the Elvis costume ready to get married in Las Vegas.
With his death he has scored his last goal for me, for the entire squad, and, worst of all, without the option of reply.
When you have a child with a disability, as is my case, for many issues the chiaroscuro disappear, and family relationships are one of them.
That is to say, either it unites you more or it just disunited you.
Fortunately, in our case it has strengthened us as a family, and my mother-in-law was a fundamental part of it.
His death has made me think about the number of people who go unnoticed through life, of whom history will never speak, but who were really architects, with their acts of generosity, to change the course of it.
I could tell you about how my mother-in-law took care of her husband during his long illness or with what integrity she lived her own without wanting to upset anyone, but I remain with the affection with which she took care of my disabled son, how she treated him as if nothing happens to him, teaching us that each one has his own disability.
During the last hours of her life she regained consciousness to be able to say goodbye to, as she said, the person who loves her most in this world, my son Alvarete.
I am sure that from heaven he will continue to take care of him, although in another way.
She, without a doubt, was one of those silent heroes who go about doing good without claiming recognition or praise for themselves.
We all have around us people worthy of admiration, whose actions go beyond their obligations and who put the good of others before their own.
How many of our parents and grandparents have left their skin to give us a better life and have only received complaints and claims on our part in return.
How much we owe them and how little we acknowledge it.
We will never see our young people put up a poster of Grandma Mayte or Grandpa Julián;
instead they will have that of the footballer or the fashionable actress, admiring them above the people who really deserve their admiration.
But let's not lose faith, I'm sure that, when they grow up, they will know how to recognize the sacrifices of their elders and, instead of hanging their posters on a wall, they will take them in the most important place, the heart, where I take my mother-in-law .
Twenty equals!