{"id":49153,"date":"2018-11-21T16:05:07","date_gmt":"2018-11-21T14:05:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.gurkangenc.com\/?p=49153"},"modified":"2018-12-12T16:11:00","modified_gmt":"2018-12-12T14:11:00","slug":"ill-miss-our-conversations-your-jokes-my-dad-ill-miss-a-lot-ill-continue-my-way-under-your-guiding-light-improving-myself-and-sharing-i-love-you-serafettin-genc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gurkangenc.com\/en\/2018\/11\/ill-miss-our-conversations-your-jokes-my-dad-ill-miss-a-lot-ill-continue-my-way-under-your-guiding-light-improving-myself-and-sharing-i-love-you-serafettin-genc\/","title":{"rendered":"I\u2019ll miss our conversations, your jokes my dad, I\u2019ll miss a lot. I\u2019ll continue my way under your guiding light, improving myself and sharing. I love you \u015eerafettin GEN\u00c7\u2026 October 06,1951 \u2013 November 20, 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I don\u2019t know how to start, what to write. I starred the white color on the screen of my laptop for a long time. I might hadn\u2019t written anything but this time you would say \u201cWhy did you stop writing?\u201d<\/p>\n

The last sentences of my previous article were:\u00a0<\/a><\/u><\/strong>\u201cThe journey I did with Elif had to be at this pace, it had to be slow. In this adventure that bicycle had to fall, and the seat tube had to crack. In this adventure, the welder had to melt seat tube. riding on the road to Bolivia and nobody could reach me. I wouldn\u2019t have a conversation with my father. All those happened, so I had to return to talk to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had returned to Santiago halfheartedly. I told about what had happened during the last two months on the road to my dad fighting against cancer for the last 9 months. Why we were going at such a low pace, what happened to the bike, why it happened, by whom we were hosted, about the journey we were doing together with Elif. I was sending everyday photos specifically meant for him.<\/p>\n

The first day I returned to Santiago we had a video talk, but the other days I had caught him in sleep and we couldn\u2019t talk. On November 19th<\/sup> we had again a video talk with mum and dad. I had sent photos of my bike. Then, I had talked about my new dreams, about that endless dreams. He said his opinion and smiled at me and then: \u201cMy son, take care of yourself, we\u2019ll talk again\u201d and hang up.<\/p>\n

I had gone shopping in a grocery at 8:30 p.m. (2:30 a.m. in Turkey) in Santiago and was placing the produce I\u2019d bought in the kitchen. My ears started to tingle, first a shrill sound and then tingled such I had never had before. The pain increased that much that I had to crouch down and stopped after a while. What was this? At night I had posted my new article on my web page and gone to bed.<\/p>\n

My brother called me at 2 a.m. (at 8 a.m. in Turkey). He was crying. My dear brother, oh my dear brother. I was on the bed, my blood pressure, pulse, everything turned upside down. I couldn\u2019t straight myself up the bed\u2026. I couldn\u2019t straight up my head.<\/p>\n