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.