16/06 08:24
Thank you God for this night.
It was a strange dream. But I saw Her. I saw Her face and I heard Her voice. Nothing on this world which I miss more.
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Thank you God for this night.
It was a strange dream. But I saw Her. I saw Her face and I heard Her voice. Nothing on this world which I miss more.
Struggling with time. Usually lost.
My Dad is in very very bad condition now. Cant say even one words. Just hold hand when someone visits Him.
Dad, I also want to hold your warm hand one more time. Say you something. Will you wait for me till 20th of June???
I know its very long. For You when you suffer above my imagination every single minute. Wait for me, only if it means that you dont have to suffer so much anymore, dobrze?
I love you Dad...
International Children Day
I have to been kid many years. But till you have Parents, you have piece of child hidden in your soul.
Its difficult to say. My Mother hasnt been here for 7 years.
I still have my beloved Father. From many years its morę opposite. He needed more help with everyday things, than we. Also His head was very destroyed, so I couldnt call and ask for advise, help. But He was always there. I felt always more safe knowing, that even if He is very weak, powerless, He is there. I could call and see Him. His smile towards me, His good vibing to me. His love. I needed Him. After losing my Everything, Juleczka, everyday call to Him was like necessery breath.
Now since beginning of February, so already 4 months, I lost even this. But He is still here. Even not able to moove, to watch, to talk. My Father is still here. I am still a child this way somehow.
All what I wish for me, as a child in this day, is that God will not allow my Father to suffer above human possibility. If His will is so, I will visit my Dad on 20th of June. I will hold His hand and talk to Him, in trust that somehow He undestands.
God give Him power, God not let Him suffer so much. Let me see Him one more time.
Give Heaven to my beloved Mum.
Thank you that I have had Parents who really loved me.
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.