My Gido

Daniel Mamou carried his handkerchief. He

always had one in his pocket for as long as I could
remember. He used it when his eyes watered, or when he
felt the urge to sneeze.
He carried his yellow-gold wedding ring on his left
finger. On August 22, 1965 he married Alice Salem who
became Alice Mamou. Alice was a strong woman-loving,
kind, and put God first as well as her family. For fifty-five
years, he had been married to one another where they had
Lamya, Lika, Luay, and Lillian. They would later have eleven grandchildren and one great
grandchild, Jase.
He carried his silver, oval shaped reading glasses. He enjoyed reading the newspaper
each and every day and shared all of his new findings with his grandchildren. He would turn
each page, being sure to read every word from top to bottom.
He carried his gardening gloves. He loved to spend time in his garden where he would
plant, cut, and build new things. He had over 15 fruit trees which he nurtured so carefully. He
spent everyday in his garden bringing new life to all the plants he touched. He did so with so
much love and care.
He carried his quietness. He often observed those around him listening to what they had
to say. He would often give his input and when he did speak he had the sweetest, loving voice.
He enjoyed watching the news, as well as movies, and even youtube, listening to his favorite
songs. He would sing along and clap his hands, happy to hear the music. When he spoke he
always had a smile upon his face.
He carried his stories. He would hold his granddaughter Adriana on his lap as they sat
upon his chair. He would tell her stories and would teach her new things. As she grew up he
would tell her about his home and the village he once lived in. All his stories of his legacy and
how proud he had been to bring his family to where they had been today. He was a hard working
family man who would do anything and everything for those he loved.
 He carried his love. He would greet his family with a warm smile as he opened the door

to see their faces. He embraced them, also sharing a kiss on the cheek. He would sit on his couch

and hold his granddaughter Adriana on his lap and play games with her to pass time. He would

pick her up from elementary school and ask her what she wanted to eat that day. He cosmastly

cared and loved all those around him and never cared for money.

He would constantly think of his family ensuring that they were okay. He’d think about

what they would do without him? Would they be okay? Who would hold their family together?

Who would hug and kiss his grandchildren? They all looked to him and admired his presence

and the person he was and had taught them to be.

*My grandpa, who I call Gido, is still alive and healthy today. I am so proud to call him my Gido and I

actually spoke to him and he told me to come over in three days because of the coronavirus. I love him

and will forever and always cherish the relationship we have*

(my parnter did not feel that I needed to make any changes she enjoyed my writing and flet like it really

flowed. She also stated how she felt like she knew my grandfather after reading. I perosnally think maybe

I could have added some text however if that was the case I would want it to be exaclty what he says.)