I’m going to talk about my granddad, José López Valero
He was born the 4th April 1936, in Moratalla, a small village located in Murcia. He lived with his parents and three sisters, and they didn’t have much money. He was born the year that Spanish Civil War started, so he spent his childhood in an environment of poverty, hunger and fear. However, he was a really smart kid, and he was always finding different ways of amusement which made him happy. He was also a rascal, and he was doing all kinds of mischieves with his friends, like stealing food to the rich and greedy people of the village when they hadn’t eaten in days.
He couldn’t study, because he had to start working to be able to feed his family, but sometimes he was going to school at night to get basic knowledge. He loved playing football, but he wasn’t very good at it, and sometimes he was scoring the points in his own goalpost. He started working as a rope sole sandal maker, and later he started working in the Fábrica de la Moneda in Madrid. He met the love of his life in 1952. Her name was Lola Martinez Lozano, and he felt in love with her immediately. They got married 13 years later and had three kids (my father is the one in the middle). For me, their strong and unconditional love is one of the most beautiful things I will ever see.
My granddad was a fighter. He felt sick when he was only 42 with a medullar disease, and since then, he spent all his life going from hospital to hospital due to lung flooding and infections, heart attacks, even he turned blind a few years ago because of a problem in his eyelashes. Although all these health obstacles forced him to become little by little like a statue, I have always known him as a person who really wanted to live and enjoy all the beautiful parts of life.
He died six months ago, at the age 80 when his body could no longer stand. He was not a famous person, but he was one of my idols. For me, my granddad was a symbol of life and will power. When he knew my mum was pregnant, he made a promise: he would quit smoking if everything went correctly. Since the day I was born, he had never smoked again; even though he was a compulsive smoker. I owe him a lot of things, and that is the reason why I wanted to write about him, although he is not a singer, an actor or any kind of celebrity. He was my granddad and he loved me really much, and for me, that makes him one of the most important people in my life.