Dear Grandpa

I will start this year's first blog telling about my granpa. After my dad's parents' death when he was a kid, I unfortunately had the chance to know my granpa and grandma from my mother's side. Grandfather was the most interesting man i had ever known. He was able to speak 5 languages together with Turkish .He was fluent at Persian ,Arabic , Russian, and Kurdish. He was a faithful , honest and upright , compassionate man. He was very generous and a bit conservative traditionalist old fashioned Turkish man . Since I was his first granddaughter he often used to visit us everyday to fill my father's absence till I was 2 years old . Then my father was away from home for two years for his military service. When I was 4 they moved to another city. He used to travel to the east to trade and he stopped to visit us when he was passing by. I really felt the most happiest when he came. I used to wake up early and directly went to grandpa's room after morning prayers. He was a good teacher who taught me the basics of Islam. He often made jokes and between jokes he used to teach me about the basic principles of our religion and give me a quizz about the topic of the day. My favourites were of his travel stories. After he had passed away their big house was really empty .When he was alive there used to be a lot of guests and visitors and the cooker was always busy, there was always hot fresh food. Grandma was trying to continue this tradition, nothing was the same, though . I used to see him in my dreams sometimes and in the last dream he came and gave me a plant and said bye and I took a photo of him while he was going away on a train. Since then I have never seen him in any dreams. I really miss him . May he be rest in peace.