There is a lake I had to say goodbye to

Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski-Graham

Went yesterday to that lake. Our lake. Went there third time. Went there, on my pilgrimage of saying goodbye, saying that to many places we went together to. Roads, towns, parks, streets and beaches. Our journey through this province. Our last stop of our big lifelong journey.

There will be no more stops for us, no more places we will visit together, no more view we would enjoy together.

I know that you are part of me, wherever I go that part will go too. But it is not the same, you know it and I know it. Where I will end up there will be very few spots that we briefly visited during a cold and wet November 1990. Poland. Time was very turbulent in 1990 in Poland. I had such little time for us, the country was ravaged beyond description by the past 45 years of Soviet domination.

Our life journey was Canada, she was our country. She brought us together. And she did bring us to that lake in 2022. Our last longer ride outside of the city. I know you did it only for me, you knew better than I did, that time was already very short. In a way it was borrowed time. But you agreed to give me that last longer car ride, a ride to a small beach, lake, forest. Went there again in September 2023. It was really, really hard. At that time that lake was almost totally empty. Just me and memories of you there. On that bench were you were waiting for me in 2022 – I still saw your shadow, I thought I saw that tiny smile and that twinkle in your eye. And the goodness that emanated from you. The one that made you so special to so many people.

Today it was full of beachgoers, loud with laughter and yelling, with people setting their barbecues for hotdogs and burgers, there were boats and kayaks. Went a few times for a swim. The water was very warm and soft, as lake waters are. But could not see you anywhere in this noise, could not her you voice.

I did say goodbye to that place. Not to you, to the place that for a short while was ours. Probably will never see it again except in my sleep, my dreams. Goodbye, lake.