He was born in Northern Iran. He left his family for four years when my father was a young boy in order to get his education, at the University of California, Davis back in the 1950s. Very good man. From what I hear, he was always happy, and very lively. He was a veterinarian in Sari and Rasht, Iran. I really wish that I had gotten the chance to know him better. My only true memories with him are vague, as he was doing better when I was a young child. I didn't visit him in Tennessee very often, I really wish I could have more often. I remember having a conversation with him roughly five years ago, when he first started showing signs of dementia. That's not what I want to remember him by. He raised three children very well. He definitely would have not made it this far if it wasn't for my aunt. My aunt, who holds a high position at the UTM Medical School/Hospital had been taking care of him and my grandmother for the last two decades. My grandparents finally emigrated from Iran in the late 1980s.
My father's side of the family was always very quiet, unlike my mother's side, which I really grew up around throughout my childhood. They never did much with others. Wish it could have been different, but you've got to live with regrets. I've been spending the last few hours trying to remember the times that we spent together.
The last few years were exceptionally rough for him. His dementia had gotten pretty extreme, he had fallen many times, and for the last few months he was being fed by a tube and had not gotten up from his bed.
My father doesn't know that I know yet - and I am preparing myself for the call tomorrow. My aunt isn't taking this very well as she had become very attached to him, and cried almost every night. Very sad situation. If anything this summer, I hope to pressure and help her and my grandmother to relocate to California where they could be with the rest of my family.
What matters are the healthy, and vibrant majority of the 98 years that he had on this earth.
Rest in peace grandpa.
My father's side of the family was always very quiet, unlike my mother's side, which I really grew up around throughout my childhood. They never did much with others. Wish it could have been different, but you've got to live with regrets. I've been spending the last few hours trying to remember the times that we spent together.
The last few years were exceptionally rough for him. His dementia had gotten pretty extreme, he had fallen many times, and for the last few months he was being fed by a tube and had not gotten up from his bed.
My father doesn't know that I know yet - and I am preparing myself for the call tomorrow. My aunt isn't taking this very well as she had become very attached to him, and cried almost every night. Very sad situation. If anything this summer, I hope to pressure and help her and my grandmother to relocate to California where they could be with the rest of my family.
What matters are the healthy, and vibrant majority of the 98 years that he had on this earth.
Rest in peace grandpa.
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