Dear Magdalena,
Even though we haven't met, I got to know you pretty well through the loving stories about you from your daughter Dorota. They have always been filled with so much respect, love and gratefulness for the path you led for your family.
Rest in peace, dear Magdalena.
Love,
Nezahat
Dorota, this is what I would like to say to your mother.
Dear Magdalena,
We met only once i think. It was in Dorota's apartment at 17 Paton Road. I remember we spoke, standing a bit out of the family party i had
nicely been invited to but which i did not feel the strength to attend. I remember your sparking light. I remember the sensation i got from your inner strength. Maybe it was blue and, so clear. So clear. An inspiration. A beautiful memory in my heart. Thank you.
I have a lasting admiration for Magdelna and her family. They are all good people
To Dorota, Jarek, Michal and Monika, My sincerest condolences. I only met Magdalena once but she made a big and special impression on me. It was summertime and Dorota, you and I were working the PCMGP table at the book festival. I remember her appearing so gracefully as if emerging from the sunlight itself. I know how close you are as a family and that this loss will be felt deeply for a long time. I hope you find comfort in each other and in your shared memories of her. She was truly a beautiful lady.
With sadness and love, Cynthia
I was afraid I would not be able to write anything but somehow in the middle of the night it all started to become clear in my head. You were always Michal’s and Dorota’s Mom but now it feels like I just lost my own. This last year was really special because of our ‘coffee meetings at Your home’ routine.
I miss Your greetings and goodbyes with head peeking from Your apartment door into the hallway. I miss our hours of conversations or sometimes monologues about You, me, our families, various people, childhood, youth, groceries, weather, doctors, cats, jobs, clothes, music, cooking, movies, plants, TTC, funny, sad or annoying situations, future plans... I miss Your laugh at my stories and my rhyme poems. I wish I could tell You what has not yet been told before and all that is happening now and what will happen.
It looked very straightforward but transformed into this weird cascade of the events. We are left with this feeling of what could have been done to prevent this.
I keep wanting to say: ‘Co trzeba? Ja zaraz przyjde.’ Putting my pink hoodie on and taking the keys…
It is hard to believe life goes on…
Love,
Monika