30/05/22 04:45
Listen to the radio. A lot od Juleczka's song three.
I see Her always sitting at our desk in our 56, drawing and singing.
So much miss my sweetest Baby...
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Listen to the radio. A lot od Juleczka's song three.
I see Her always sitting at our desk in our 56, drawing and singing.
So much miss my sweetest Baby...
Dear diary,
I am still here.
No change. Work, no sleep, hope to make what I should have done long time ago in June.
Still think about Her every free minute and imagine how happy I would be.
Father still fighting every single day to survive. Maybe He waits for me somehow. I hope to swe Him in 3 weeks. But all I ask God is to not let Him suffering above human possibility.
Today ślepy 1 hour and 20 minutes. Here appeared another problem - my knees screams from few days: rescue us. I barely walk.
Time flies. All my engine is hope.
Another Sunday morning without sense. Without point what to do whole day.
I will probably go to the bench between fields where views are marvelous. I will spend there some time imaging that you are next to me. I will talk to You in my thoughts. Only this left me.
Have a good Sunday Julunia...
God, if You exist let me sleep few hours. Only You know how I am tired. I need to sleep a little, show me Her face, remind me Her voice.
Most of all, take care of Her and my Father. Please... Dont let them suffer above them strenght.
Mamo, dokladnie 7 lat temu, o tej godzinie, wolajac prawdopodobnie mnie, według słów innej pani, w pustej sali szpitalnej, odetchnęłaś po raz ostatni.
Tak bardzo Cię kocham.
Przepraszam i dziękuję.
Mam nadzieję, że masz już spokój, którego nie miałaś za życia. Że już się nie martwisz.
Do zobaczenia Mamo....