Nikola Živanov 1934–2018

Once again the lilac bloomed and passed by, once again your walnut leafed and branched in front of the house, but there is no bench where you sat, you are gone. I just wanted to talk a little more, I miss the details of certain situations, I miss you. Everything else is there. Nadia writes you letters, she likes your stories. Elijah says you are in heaven and asks when you will come back. He comforts me not to cry, he says: Grandpa will come back with a car, don't cry. And I look at the sky, look at the stars and wait for a sign. You liked to look at the stars. Send me a sign, blink, just so I know you're there. Just to know that you are watching over us, watching over us. Watch over us, watch over us from greed, evil, plagues, watch over us. Not a day goes by that I don't think how are you now, are you cold, are you hungry, are you satisfied? You wanted peace, tranquility, well-being, to see your old ones, you are waiting for what they will tell you. So you quietly left in search of some more beautiful moments and answers. I love you unconditionally and I suffer a lot, there is no way the sadness will pass. And I will plant flowers again and enjoy nurturing them, suppressing sadness.