# I remember

I remember the days when you woke me up very early in the mornings. I
was maybe 10 and had classes from 7 in the morning. My parents worked
in the capital and left the house around 5.
You came every morning and I remember how you put socks on your shoes
in the winter so that you don't slip on the icy ground. You would sit
in the living room watching tv and after you woke me I would join you
on the convertible sofa, closing my eyes and just be there with you
in the ambient noise of some morning program on television.
How I loved those moments! Waking up a bit earlier so that I could
rest a couple of minutes there with you before I had to go to school.

I remember that only very few had a telephone at home and we were not
among them. There was a phone booth right on the corner of the small
corner shop not far from your house. In the summer we would shop some
food there and you always bought a little sweet for me. And I would
always go to the phone booth and call the time as the time-by-phone
service was free. I really did not care what time it was, I was
fascinated by the phone itself. And you would patiently wait for me to
finish this ritual.

I remember many summers with you. You were always there. You fought it
once before I was born and you won. It also patiently waited for
decades to attack again.

But on December 7th this year at one o'clock in the night cancer took
you from us.

My dear Grandma, I will always remember.