About my dad.

**Once upon a time there was a smile that didn't go away, it just moved into my heart.

Once upon a time there were two hands that held the world,

and now they hold it inside me.

The one who loves doesn't leave — it just becomes silence,

from which all thoughts arrive.

If I close my eyes, I see him sitting,

as he watches, as the candle flame sparkles on his glasses.

Time didn't take him away, but the light called him back.

And I know every dawn since then:

where love was, he is still here.**

Remembrance text – in the LeCsó thought notebook

**"There are faces that do not live in memory, but in our souls.

Dad had such a face.

Every wrinkle is a story, every smile is a forgiveness,

every word is a small compass for life.

He did not do great things — only good.

And sometimes good is quieter than the noises of the world, but lasts much longer.

Missing is not about the past, but about how deeply we were able to love.

Those who can love like this, even their loss is out of love.

Even today, when I look at his photo, I do not see what is no longer there, but what remains forever:

the calm in his eyes, the warmth in his voice,

and the quiet certainty that love will carry you through everything, even through departure."