I am very close to my grandfather. I loved to talk with him too much. He also listened to me with great love and pleasure, gave me advice, and guided me.

I was the first grandchild, and he was both connected to me, because we lived together, and he loved me very much, because we had similar character traits. That’s how we lived under the same roof with my grandfather, and I, as a grandson, wanted to do everything for him.

One day my grandfather came out of the building wanting to sit in the courtyard of our building. He could not walk for a long time, he could only go outside. But apparently it was the last minutes of his life. My poor grandfather had a stroke on the spot and fell before reaching the bench in the yard.

When neighbours shouted my name to come out of the house to see what was going on, I forgot myself and ran, seeing him lying down. As soon as I reached him, I realized that everything was pointless, there was no hope, but he opened his eyes for a moment, saw me, smiled and said: “Son, I bequeathed my house to you, know that you have an angel.”

Grandpa, thank you, I always remember you.