Dear Tatus
We miss you so much. I am sorry the miracle we prayed for didn't come. You were supposed to be here growing old and gray. :( I hope heaven is everything they say it is. That you are healthy again and get to do whatever you like...dance, sing, smoke your cigarettes, and drink your coffee. I hope you are up there telling jokes and making everyone laugh. We miss you so much down here. Everything reminds me of you. Your bed. Your chair. Your coffee pot. I miss the mornings you would open the door for me and the kids in the morning. I miss your presence. I miss your love. I miss your voice and your laugh. I MISS YOU. I LOVE YOU. I hope you are near even when I can't see you. Kocham cie Anitka
