My dear friend,

For a while, we lived our years together on that train of life. We boarded as children, growing up together, you, your brother and I. We ran through the meadows, float in the streams, swing on the willow branches and explore our woods. We used to hide in the bajer, watch the stars in the summer nights, looking for space ships. We played hide and seek through all our neighbours back yards, on top of chicken coops and in most unusual places we could find. We would go in search for snowdrops in early spring or for mushrooms later on in the year. Every day was an adventure and every day was a joy.

Unfortunately, the train of life took us in different directions and for a while there, we were separated. We got back together in the twilight of our lives and found that the days of our childhood are still unchanged, live in our hearts and our minds as if we were living them all over again. We had great plans to go home together and once again walk the paths of our childhood.

It was not meant to be. You stepped off the train way to soon and I will go on until we meet again.