My Grandpa is turning Hundred today! :)

My Grandpa is turning 100 today. He has been on the Other Side for three years now….

Three years of all the wise and funny talks about fashion and the Universe we did not have, the calls we loved so much we could not make, hours of hanging out watching UFO documentaries and historical movies that would never happen again.  Three years of his fabulous teas with lemon we did not drink and little packages of dried fruit he always gave me for the road that I did not get.

He was getting ready to go away for a couple of years with his mind and body slowly adjusting to another frequency. Spiritual, cosmic, absolutely out of this world. He was so curious of what was happening to him. He would loose his sight and mind in the end. But he always knew who I was. Always.

I could not be there for him when he was leaving – I was in a complicated pregnancy with a ban on moving further than to the grocery store once a week, I was 400 kilometers away. I regret to the bone not being there with him, not holding his hand when he died. Should I have risked my baby’s life? I might have, God protects those who love… But I stayed home to keep her. I am so sorry Grandpa…. I am so sorry…  

Because he held my hand from the very beginning. He raised me since I was three months old. He fed me with cow’s milk with geriatric vitamins from our British uncle, took me for long walks and sang me to sleep. He heard my first words and taught me to walk. He would listen to Radio Free Europe with me, and discuss recent forbidden events although I was four. He would cry at old patriotic songs (and so do I whenever I hear “My pierwsza brygada”), and showed with everything he did how to be a wise patriot. As an elegant gentleman himself, he would advise me on what to wear and which boys not to date. He taught me to love books and Aikido, to ski, to skate, to dance, to make jams and to cook healthy stuff nobody but us would swallow.

He has been through war, hunger, unimaginable atrocities and worst hells that the XXth century funded. But he never lost his heart and soul. He carried the Light no matter what. He loved my Grandma for 73 years. And they adored simply being together, in talk or in silence,  although she could not walk for the last 20 years of her life.

He was kind, funny, tactful, understanding, loving and always ready to help whoever needed it – friend or foe, kin or alien alike. He was the only one with me in the darkest years of my life. Never judging. Always waiting with a hug, best advice and thousand varieties of full grain pasta dishes. He believed this earthly journey is only a part of longer voyage of the soul. And we are here to get better and better every day, first of all to learn, work on oneself and cross our limitations and boundaries. To grow and help others do the same.         

He was my Hero. My ultimate Authority. My best Pal. My mother and father.

He has been the Love of my life.  

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But You know me. I am not so much into Death but Life in all its mundane and divine glory. So I know he has not been gone at all. Bits of him live in me, in his sons, in my children, and in less and less of the people who knew him. He runs through my blood, heart and mind. He showed me how to Live with passion, sense, wisdom and appreciation of every little Miracle on the way. And that torch I will carry, and so will my children. And their children….

Until we meet again ❤