“He didn’t have a specific quote but without fail, for every single birthday, he’d end the birthday song singing very loudly, “…for he/she’s a jolly good fellow”.
Life story
Celalettin Ince; a husband, father, son, brother, uncle, and friend to many. He was someone who could get along with everyone and anyone, always cracking jokes, putting a smile on everyone’s face, and never taking life too seriously.
He was born in Türkiye, in a small town called Yeşilhisar, and had a very rambunctious childhood with his four brothers. He was the youngest of five. His real birthday is 12 December 1967, but due to a filing error, his legal birthday is 18 November 1968. We always celebrated both.
His mother unfortunately passed away from liver cancer when she was 47 years old. Our dad was only 15 when it happened. We hope that they are reunited in heaven and together at last.
He moved to Australia when he was 16 with his father and brothers and built a new life in Sydney. When he turned 26, he decided it was time to settle down and went back to his hometown to find the one. It was there that he met our mother. They got married and returned to Australia to start a family together. Three children followed: two daughters and one son.
He was a big foodie and always had a passion for travel. During his illness, he spent countless hours watching travel vlogs, which gave him the opportunity to see the world when he was no longer able to experience it himself.
Our father always had our backs and was always looking out for us. He made life joyful, fun, and carefree. There wasn’t a single controlling bone in his body, but he was always a comforting presence in our lives.
He unfortunately passed away from colon cancer, and we want to keep his memory alive for the world to see just how much joy he brought to us and how much light he brought into our lives.
To our loving father, Celalettin. You will never be forgotten.
My dad was always so adamant on me getting my license since I turned 16 while I was so adamant on getting it in my 30s.
Though, I made a promise to him on his deathbed that i’ll get it for him this year as I knew it meant so much to him for me to be independent. So, this one’s for you, dad. Wish you were here to see it 🤍
I miss you so much Baba.
I was blessed to spend 11,475 days with you. Now, if I live another fifty years, I may have to spend 18,263 days without you. Though, of course, nothing in this life is guaranteed.
It feels as though the ground has disappeared from beneath my feet.
You weren’t supposed to go yet. You were supposed to get better. You were supposed to watch me grow older and laugh at my first white hairs. You were supposed to meet your grandchildren. You were supposed to retire. You were supposed to travel the world. We were supposed to have more time.
I love our Creator, but I don’t know how to find peace in this pain. Some people may think that questioning your death means I’m questioning God’s plan. But the God I believe in understands the heart they created. God knows that love this deep leaves behind pain this profound.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I wish you were here.
Without a doubt, you were one of the greatest people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. You were kind, gentle, selfless, and so deeply loved. The world is better because you were in it, and mine will never be the same without you.
I miss you every single day.
Sevgili küçük kardeşim, Ceddinimiz, seni çok erken yaşta kaybettik, daha görecek günlerimiz vardı, her gün adını anıyorum, kalbim çok acıyor seni düşündükçe. Seni çok özlüyorum. İnşallah cennette annemizin yanındasın. Her gün dualarımdasın. Ruhun Şaad olsun.
Portrait of late Celalettin Ince done by his youngest daughter after his passing.
Notes: Paint mixed with the dirt from when he was initially buried. Symbol on his headpiece was the same one he use to wear as a ring. In the background; a fragment of Süleymaniye mosque of Istanbul.
Donation link to Bowel Cancer Australia in honour of our late father:
https://inmemory.bowelcanceraustralia.org/page/CelalettinInce