my legend.. my hero.. my grandfather.. papa.. dedecim..

the souls of heaven are stars at night.. they will guide us on our way untill we meet again another day... 

I have no choice other than believe.. 

He was a legend.. Everyone know him.. once upon a time when he was young, he left his left eye.. everytime i asked, he told another story.. I still dont know what happened.. only thing i know, he was able to see before they took his eye at hospital.. since then he never trust to doctors again.. till last year he had never gone to hospital.. never taken an aspirin.. he had leaves, trees and weeds for different treatments.. if you have headache he used to go for a walk and come back with some plants to eat or chew or make a tea..

he was a bee ozz.. he use to took honey from hive without mask and protection.. bees wouldnt touch him.. when he see an injured angry bee on the ground he would took and play with it just to show me there was no reason to be scare... 

he used to go to spring land by his own for 3 months.. he cook.. he make his chees, yogurt.. 

he used to like this his own big plate and big spoon.. he used to hate anything but butter.. he wouldt eat packed tomato sos.. he wouldnt eat anything prepared at factory.. 

when I wakeup at 8 am i used to see him outside, already checked all gardens, all animal and having a little rest before meet his friends.. 

once he put a swing for me on a small mandarin tree.. I couldnt trust to thin tree brunch to carry me.. he sit on swing, tree stretched wide with his weight.. it was nearly touching to ground.. he was swinging and laughing at me...

he always would buy the biggest watermelon  he can.. my grandmoher get mad about that.. he used to cut it half and put on the floor and give me spoon.. i would eat the sweetest middle part with spoon first.. then everyone could have some..  

i decided to be a vegetarien once.. my diet was succesful till i get to farm.. he just told me to eat meet and i did... I wouldnt say no to him.. i could but i wouldnt.. 

he would never forget to have sometime, everyday, with all animals we have, one by one.. he would love them he would talk with them.. 

if i am there he used to come with anoher fruit every evening.. even if we dont need more.. 

i think i was 5, we had this mother chicken with many little chicks.. i couldnt catch little chicks, mother was so deffensive naturally.. he locked them in to the barn, caught one of them for me, hitten, scratched and bitten by mother but did not mind, gave me the little chick just because i wanted to touch.. 

when he was praying, i used to stand next to him and imitate him.. 

i wanted to go to this religious course once..i was 8 or 9 years old all my friends were going.. he said ok.. i went 2 days.. then the mosque person said that i had to cover my arms and legs... i told papa.. he was so angry.. yelling and swearing to the mosque guy.. that was my last day in the mosque.. 

he used to drink cold really cold water.. many times he send back the water he said it is warm..

he build a huge big family.. this large farm.. and us.. our personality.. he gave us a life..

he lost his son, his granddaughter, his wife.. 

his only one green grey beatiful eye was my deepest ocean the most beautiful one in the world.. 

and he left us..

i cant even say good bye...