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First in life celebration day (Christmas, Easter) when on this world exist 0 people who love me.
Till last Christmas was at least my Father. Whitout conscious, but He was.
Now noone.
I spend these days with many tears thinking only about these three people who I still love and will love forever.
Mamo, Tato, Juluniu - kocham. Na zawsze.
Cry all morning.
So much miss Her. So crazy much.
I dreamt about Her at night.
Listen to our song whole morning. " A może to miłość..."
Tato dziękuję za wszystko.
Mam nadzieję, że już nie cierpisz.
Że jest Ci tam dobrze.
Kocham Cię.
Do zobaczenia....
2nd and 3th March. Big dates in my memories.
I planned to write here a long stories about it. But I am not able. Not able anymore to write, to stand, to live.
All these 2 days in tears. So just to let you know dear diary:
2nd March - my Father's 70 birthday. Unreal weak, unreal suffering. But managed somehow to get to this date. Love you my Dad..
3rd March - 4th unniversary of day which began best moment of my life. Moment which lasted 14 months. When I was happy, when my life had sense. When I crazy loved and was loved. Juleczka came to Warsaw and started to share everything with me... My one and only life love. Love you my sweety till last day of this existing..