I think about him every day, creating in my head vision of his person based on old photographs, dad’s stories, things he left, and my own imagination. I never had the chance to meet him, but despite that fact, I feel that he is closer to me than anyone else.
Before I came into the world, he has already left it. For many years, I could not accept that thought. I felt that I need him very much. But now I start to believe that we never fully go away, that every man has his ‘horcruxes’ which make that somehow we remain immortal.
My grandfather was a cartographer and also founder of the theater and film group. But first of all he was a huge lover of the mountains, especially our wonderful Tatras. Above sea level, he spent most of his time, sending a lot of postcards with a description of trails, which I am now trying to wander.
In their contents was also a place for the admiration of the beauty and majesty of the granite walls, as well as expression of happiness, which was caused by staying among them. Undoubtedly, he loved them above all else and wanted to pass that love on.
My dad went through them with my grandfather length and breadth, and then he did it with me. Mountains have become a bridge between generations, between life and death.
Although since the death of my grandfather several decades have passed, every time I go into the mountains, I feel his presence. Every word, breath, heartbeat, the sound of steps posed, touch – all this remained surrounded by granite peaks of the Tatra Mountains. When I go there alone, I feel all these elements fullest, but even when I walk with others, always feel that he accompanies me, that he protects me and gives strength.
My dad always told me that I am smiliar to him. My grandfather was a very diligent man, strong, brave, and very precise, which is basically what demanded from him his job. However, it was also in him a place for warmth and sensitivity, which appeared in his relation to the mountains.
I wish that someone could once describe me using these words. However, I know that I still have a lot of work to be able to get closer to that image. But I will take up this challenge. I know he would want it.
We often do not realize how much impact we can have on the lives of others, both those living now and those whose time is yet to come. My grandfather surely did not think that by his passion he will change my whole life, that he would pass me something that has become my greatest love and the meaning of life.
Therefore, we should strive to be the best people, pass on to others good models. We need to inspire and help in finding own path. We should have a sense of duty and responsibility to the next generation, because in this way we shape the image of the world. The world that we should leave more beautiful than we found it.