We wandered around Dolenjska region and went fishing together. For our trips to the swimming pool you always prepared and packed the best sandwiches. You taught me how to play chess. You took me to the cinema for all the best cartoons. You made the best cocoa. Dedek Mraz would leave the nicest sweets under your holiday tree. Your stories will stay with me forever.
In return for all of that I was happy to visit and help you in the best way I knew how in the past few years. When you couldn’t drive anymore, you passed me down your beloved Fiat Uno. When we didn’t go to the café for cappuccino, I made Turkish coffee for you, the proper one, as you taught me.
Now you rest in peace, Grandpa. I miss you.
