Open Letter to a Hero
Great-Dziadek-
I'm pretty sure that this is the fastest way to get a letter to you. But, if you hop on that one-way train to the "best place ever" before this can get translated here, I'll make sure that my guardian angel delivers it to the "translating department." I'm assuming that bureaucracy doesn't exist where you're going. So, you'd have my letter in Polish before you could blink -- pretty sure. They've got expert translators up there.
Even though we haven't met, there's memory, just like you wrote in your diary. Mom and Babcia have so many stories of gardens, bicycles, trains, ice cream, cherries, sand castles, wood carvings, tractors, and greenhouses. When I get older, Mom will tell me about your heroism after the war.
Well, from what my stuffed tiger, Locke, and Moutbatten, my elephant, tell me, the big guy upstairs, no doubt, has a farm and greenhouses waiting for you. At least, I hope He does because from what Locke and Mountbatten tell me, this gives you a headstart on planting some cherry trees and strawberry patches. That way, when I visit in about a century, you and I will have lots of fruit to eat. Plus, I need you to carve me a wooden water wheel, like the one you made Mom when she was a kid. So, can you start on one for me? I think you made it out of Sycamore back then. But, I'm pretty sure any wood available in Heaven will work. They probably have something exotic. Oh, and please scope out the ice cream parlors because Mom tells me that you took her everyday for ice cream -- EVERYDAY! I love ice cream.
Tell God "Hi" for me.
And, here's a Polish word I'm familiar with "Do Wedzenia." I think it literally means until I see you again...ain't that the truth! =)
A Big Hug, A Kiss, and Much Love,
Jack
(your great-grandson)
I'm pretty sure that this is the fastest way to get a letter to you. But, if you hop on that one-way train to the "best place ever" before this can get translated here, I'll make sure that my guardian angel delivers it to the "translating department." I'm assuming that bureaucracy doesn't exist where you're going. So, you'd have my letter in Polish before you could blink -- pretty sure. They've got expert translators up there.
Even though we haven't met, there's memory, just like you wrote in your diary. Mom and Babcia have so many stories of gardens, bicycles, trains, ice cream, cherries, sand castles, wood carvings, tractors, and greenhouses. When I get older, Mom will tell me about your heroism after the war.
Well, from what my stuffed tiger, Locke, and Moutbatten, my elephant, tell me, the big guy upstairs, no doubt, has a farm and greenhouses waiting for you. At least, I hope He does because from what Locke and Mountbatten tell me, this gives you a headstart on planting some cherry trees and strawberry patches. That way, when I visit in about a century, you and I will have lots of fruit to eat. Plus, I need you to carve me a wooden water wheel, like the one you made Mom when she was a kid. So, can you start on one for me? I think you made it out of Sycamore back then. But, I'm pretty sure any wood available in Heaven will work. They probably have something exotic. Oh, and please scope out the ice cream parlors because Mom tells me that you took her everyday for ice cream -- EVERYDAY! I love ice cream.
Tell God "Hi" for me.
And, here's a Polish word I'm familiar with "Do Wedzenia." I think it literally means until I see you again...ain't that the truth! =)
A Big Hug, A Kiss, and Much Love,
Jack
(your great-grandson)
You are the greatest, Jack.
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