Nadica Cvetković 1947–2013

A year has already passed since you left us, left us in tears. A year since that fateful, tragic day, cursed Monday. After all this time, the pain has not subsided, nor has the emptiness disappeared. I can't describe what I feel... feelings of sadness, pain, bitterness, anger intertwine in me... I imagine that all this was just one story with a tragic ending, and that will disappear when I close the cover of the book... but it doesn't disappear... reality is cruel! I remember all the moments spent with you, Aunt, I remember your offers, conversations, smiles, tears, pain, happiness, sadness, everything! After your death, I stopped believing in justice and goodness, and I began to understand life, its cruelty and the dark side, which will always follow us in life. We want to see you at least for a moment, to hear your voice, to smile like before, for everything to be like before, but....always a damn "but"... I still see your face clearly, I hear your voice, as if you are there, next to us, but I feel that your face is starting to fade, that I am starting to forget your voice, even though it is deeply etched in my memory. You will be by my side forever, even in my dreams. I love you dear and my best AUNT in the world!