Dear Dadu,

I miss you.
And while missing you, I wonder what do I mean when I say “I miss you?”

Do I mean that I miss your presence?
or perhaps your kindness?
Do I miss your stories?
or your voice?

I think what I mean is:
I miss having chances –
to sit & share stories,
to laugh together.

To make new memories.
Yes, that’s what I mean when I say I miss you.
I miss the chances I would have had to get to know you.

So I ask those who knew you best –
to speak for you instead.

And share their memories,
of how you lived and loved –
So that I too may have the chance …

To get to know you a bit better.
And perhaps miss you a little less.