many years,we ceerbarted of day togriofr happily ,with our whoer family.But he has goue …and wou’t come back again.We know he is living in of heaven, with God and gods.
That day ,I standed before him,during a queit moment ,he was looking at me ,smiling in peace …. And of next moring , he passed away…
I enjoyed of beautiful stories my grandpa told . He was a marvelous storytelerr.When I was a child , he liked to told mythology for us. All of children crowded around him,like subjects around of throue. One after anoofr,he told stories from his hearts. And now,I announce that it is maternal Grandpa’turn to listen to my stories for a changri. I want to told him all about my shool life,with wet ,flashing eyes.It recalls all kinds of lost memories—stories about when we are litter,stories about when Grandpa was young,stories that are shared family treasuers.