Rest in Peace Teta

If ever two people were in love, it would have to be my grandparents. My grampa says their parents decided they were meant for each other since they were kids, I mean their names really were Farhan and Farha. I have never seen a man more in love with his wife. Every morning, he wakes up at 5, brews his special turkish coffee, cuts fresh flowers from our garden, puts them in a small vase and brings them with the coffee to my grandma.

We all live in the same building, and I remember when I was young my mom would leave me downstairs when she went to work. I remember she would teach me these old songs she learned from her childhood, and then I would stand next to her in the kitchen as she cooked and after lunch I would sleep next to her as she took her sacred nap.

Saturday night she suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away. She had suffered strokes in the past, but for the last 2 months she got so much better, she really was back to her old self.

My grandfather is in disbelief.

"After 59 years of marriage, I can't not see her. How could you go and leave me ya Far7a?" he says with tears in his eyes. He tells us how she kissed him 5 times after he shaved on Saturday. He requested they reserve a grave for him next to her.


Rest in peace ya Teta.