Today my grandmother died. She was a remarkable woman and I loved her very much.
She had lived through the Second World War, married a farmer and raised seven kids. At some points in her life she faced a degree of material poverty that I can hardly imagine. Until today she didn’t possess a lot, but to me she never seemed poor at all because she didn’t need more than she had. I respected her immensely for this natural frugality.
I also admired her impartiality and how she formed her own opinions about people and their acts. This I find extraordinary as she lived in a tiny village in Bavaria for the best part of her life. She was part of a close-knit community with strong conservative, catholic values, which often wouldn’t foster an openness of mind and heart. Her attitude towards life was one of happiness and regardfulness, and I could learn a lot from her.
My grandmother was also a great traveller, though – to my knowledge – she never went abroad. During the past few years, after my grandfather had died and my uncle taken over the farm, she would sometimes just pack her suitcase, go on a train and visit her seven kids one after the other.
I know she was dearly loved by her family and friends, and we will truly miss her.
She seems a very beautiful and kind lady. They had a big history, memories and lessons taken away with them. I miss my grandmom very much:( My grandmom was also a traveller too even if she couldnt read and write. Hope to see them again.
Cennet annelerin ayakları altındadır. (Heavens are under mom’s feet)
Love from Zeynep
ISTANBUL
Canım benim, çok teşekkürler, çok sevindim. Inşallah, bir gün tekrar görüşebiliriz anneannemizlerle. Öptüm seni. Özledim.