On the early morning of July 25, 2007 I knew before the official hospital's announcement, that Blanka is dead ( cannot specify the time and the source of that knowledge). The feeling can not be described; not on this earth. The peaceful, sadness, serenity of the unexplainable VOID. I had gone to one of the lakes, passing  Branch Mills Cemetery. When I came back, I did, what I never did before, if Marcel slept on the forest facing veranda: I went there for the first time while he was sleeping there, and I touched his foot. When Marcel opened his eyes we only looked at each other for prolonged time without a word. The photos below I took when the sun had just risen on the morning of my daughter's death. I can't say anymore....

THE MEADOW AT THE LAKE

JUNE 25TH, 2007, MONDAY

THE MORNING HAD NOT COME...

THE JUNE 25TH, 2007, MONDAY

MEADOW AT THE LAKE

AT THE HOUSE

NA WSZYSTKO JESZCZE RAZ POPATRZĘ...