I don’t know the names of many people in the village. I give them names, names that I can remember. Today I want to introduce you to Carl Fredricksen. You know, the guy from Up.
Up was one of my favourite animated movies. Generally I am not a fan of animation. I am probably going to be vilified here by saying I did not like The Lion King. No I did not. But I enjoyed Up. I cried in Up. This movie is a good example of western society and our treatment of the elderly. Too many of our elderly are discarded and forgotten in our rush to continue with our own selfish lives. I find that in Turkey, society as a whole look after their elderly as is their tradition and custom. The majority of elderly live with their family, their children or their grandchildren. They are looked after with love as it is the family’s duty to do so however even in Turkey some elderly fall through the cracks merely because they do not have any family.
Like Carl Fredricksen my “Carl” is a lonely old man. I have met him many times, he used to be a regular visitor at my mother in law’s home. She told me that he had few friends and no family so she always made him feel welcome in her home. He cannot speak. He has no tongue. I do not know if it was removed for a medical reason or if it was removed for other reason. He was a toy maker by trade. He used to make toys for the village children and his house is, apparently, filled with the toys intended for his own children however this was not meant to be as he never married. How sad is that?
He spends his days walking through the village and I would often see him while I am on my walks with My Hurley Dog. He would stop and pat My Hurley Dog and give me a smile and a grunt when he sees me.
Daughter always makes a point of running up to him and calling him Dede (Grandfather). Those of you who know us personally are aware of Daughter’s abilities and one of them is her ability to be empathetic. She has always been able to channel other people’s feelings, whether it be tears of sadness or excitement and joy. Since moving here I have witnessed her many times see Carl from our window and run downstairs to give him a hug. She took this photo of Carl a few weeks back and he was so very excited to see himself on the screen. We realised that he did not have a photo of himself so Daughter is waiting until she sees him next to take another photo of him, have it printed and present it to him in a photo frame.
We only have one life, one chance. What we do with it is up to us isn’t it?
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