It's been a week of deaths. Three elderly people have died in the village in the past 5 days.
Mr A was due home on Saturday as we hoped to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary. However, he was sitting chatting to a friend in Kusadasi on Thursday evening, and on Friday the man died of a heart attack. As is normal here, the funeral takes place the following day, which was Saturday, so Mr A didn't arrive home until late evening.
He did however bring me two huge cartons of my favourite icecream and 12 bars of Milka chocolate. It's not Cadburys of course but it's the next best thing here. I suspect that whilst I am trying to shed extra kilos, he is trying to fatten me up!
As Mr A wasn't due back in Kusadasi until Monday, we decided to go over to Bodrum on Sunday to see Gwen and Suleyman, and around 10am were just about to leave when he received a call from his father in Ankara, to say that Mr A's grandmother had been taken into hospital and was dying. She has been very ill for some time, but amazingly seems to rally round and keep going.
Mr A has always been close to her and refers to her as his mother, because she brought him up from an early age after his mother left. He hasn't seen her for a while and because his father was pretty sure the end was near, Mr A decided to drive up to Ankara. It's a long journey...about 9 or 10 hours..and he was hoping that he would get there in time to say his goodbyes.
Sadly, when he was a few hours away from Ankara, he received a call to say that she had died.
All the family had gathered in Ankara and the funeral took place yesterday.
I'm very sad for Mr A. He asked me to phone his father to express my sympathy. This was very hard for me to do, and I really didn't want to. After the way he has treated me, I felt like a hypocrite having to be nice to him. However, I did it because it was the right thing to do for Mr A. The conversation lasted no more than about 5 seconds. I just said I was sorry for his loss and to pass on my sympathy to the family. He said "thanks..how are you". I said "I'm fine thanks". He then said "See you" and hung up. Duty done.
I'm glad I'm not in Ankara. I find it really difficult to deal with all the weeping and wailing that goes on for days when someone here dies. I hope I don't sound heartless when I say that I can't understand why there is so much weeping for an old lady who died at 95 years old. She had a good life and her family should be happy that she did.
The one certainty in life is that we are all going to die. I save my tears for those who die too young.
Mr A is still in Ankara and due to drive back this evening, in time to take me to the airport in the morning and to drop the dogs off at my other friend Gwen's house in Selçuk, before heading back to Kusadasi until the end of the month.
It's blowing a gale here today, and more rain is forecast for tomorrow. I sincerely hope the wind drops before my flights take off tomorrow or it will be a bumpy ride.