...in our memories.
My dziadziu passed away on Monday.
He was a wonderful grandfather - when I was very small he would carry me around for ages, until I fell asleep. As a small child, he let me comb his hair (he always had a comb in his pocket). Later I was always allowed to dip my biscuit in his coffee. He would find us the very first fruit (sometimes a little too early even).
& I shall miss him.
Babcia & Dziadziu, probably in the early 50's
