May 3, 2013


My Dziadzia (grandpa) passed away yesterday. It hurts so much. And the sound of my dad crying is heartbreaking. Being so far away makes everything harder. Tears, they burn.

In sadness, kindness lingers.

My friends, precious friends who know just what to say, who send flowers with kind words, and friends who stock your home with Hershey kisses, because maybe they help. And they do. They act as breakfast when you wake up feeling like a zombie and can't function.

I have a lot of great memories, and I love this sunny photo from my last visit. I hope he's resting in peace, and visiting with my sister and my Oma on my moms side.

Love you Dziadzia. You made us all laugh with your fake wallet so you couldn't be robbed of real money, and you always beat us in chess with your swift cheating ways, which always ensured another round so we could try to win. You will be missed dearly.