My fondest, and still most vivid memory of my Grandfather was when I was ten years old and half way up a mountain! It was my first trip to Pakistan in March 1992, and after four weeks of visting the beautiful cities and town around this country my father decide it would be beneficial to show his family the amazing sights of Murry.After what felt like a life time getting up this mountain we meet with Dhadabu and Dhadai Leanna at the top, who were also in Pakistan at the time. Grandad was dressed smart and warm, and Dhadi Leanna was dressed beautifully as usually. after the usual greetings I remember walking to the edge of the mountain and resting against the railings,looked back at my family. Dhadabu and my father were engrossed in deep converstaion, and I remember observing them closely and was marvelled at the striking similarities between these two men. They had the same greying hair, piercing eyes,sharp distinguished nose, genuine smile and the longest legs ever...well it felt like that when you just about reach upto their waist! Dhadabu strolled over and leaned over to look at the amazing scenery with me. He went onto described the history of the country to me and the importance of apreciating the most simple things in the world.When asked what he meant, he smiled and laughed and said that when I grew up I would understand. I do now Dhadabu. I understand what you meant all those years ago. I apreciate the sunrise every morning, the love of my family and friends, because I understand that one day everyone will move on,just as you have but the memories made and the marks that you leave will always remain. Love Alia