My Dear Grandson - Zoltan It seems like yesterday: I hold you in my arms, with all the hopes and wishes - for the future. Many days went by, and your face is in front of me, every day at the Funeral Home, your beautiful face. I am devastated, with your Grandfather, your Mother, Susan and her Family. Your pictures are all over, in the house, some of them are duplicated on the walls, because we live with your Mother. The only way - the three of us could survive. The one year-old - puppy, who is the boss in the house, and the back yard, make us to smile. All three of us, sometimes call her 'Zoli'. I think she reminds us - everyday - when you were a little child, curious and happy. We watched you, constantly. We celebrated Christmas - in your memory: Susan and her Family was here. We couldn't put-up the tree yet, only a few items was taken-out, from the 'memory' box. The Christmas boots, what you were wearing - at your first Christmas. These are: precious items, which remind us, of the good times - we had together. We are waiting anxiously, the Police would have a break, to catch these wild animals, who Murdered you, and took your precious life! But in our heart, you are with us, every minute of the day. We Love You So Much: Moritz Mama, Moritz Papa. January/ 04 |