My grandad – ‘a man of good wish’

Yesterday my grandad shut his eyes to this world, after walking the journey of life for 87 years. He was suffering with cancer for the past year, and was under constant treatment. My family are originally all from the city of Ardebil in Iran, but many have mooved both abroad and around within Iran. In 1986 my grandparents moved to Tehran (Varamin) and remained there untill two months ago. Grandad’s condition was just becoming worse, and he must have realised this is the last year of his life on this earth. They decided to move back to were they were born, and had all their youth memories from. As soon as they moved back to Ardebil his condition became much better, and he was filled with positive energy.

He was able to spend the last 2 months in his home soil, and then God wanted him to enter the gate of heaven. Yesterday he had his last breath in his own hometown.

Since hearing about this the phone has not stopped ringing in our house. Although somehow dad was expecting this to happen anytime soon, but it is hard loosing ones father. Dad remembers back to his memories from Iran, to his childhood, when grandad worked hard day and night to support 10 children, he remembers back to the days when they were visiting us in Norway and all the laughter that grandad brought to our lives.

What I remember of my grandad is that he always used to pray and wish blessings over his children and granchildren. He always made this prayer: ‘I pray that God may bless your home, your family, your children and your life’. When ever we spoke on the phone he used to send his kisses over the phone, and ask how many kisses we wanted. What all of us will always recall of my grandad was his kindness towards everyone. I know he is now in a good place, what is important is that he lived a good life, and is remembered as a good and noble person.