Pawel, I want to remember ...

Your kindness.
Your friendliness.
Your openness.

To remember ...
How concerned you would be to help - not to stand out and be noticed, or feel important, but so you could make a difference.
How you would take a chart plotter and show me something that wasn't working and how it could be fixed.
How you would give time and patience to pass on understanding and knowledge.

And not just the serious stuff, but the smiling memories too.

To remember your sense of humour and how it would hit the spot.
To remember your chair and how proud you were to tell the story of where you found it.
To remember you in Biedronka because you preferred Lidl and we teased you about both.

The everyday moments that connected us then.
No longer.
Now just the memories.

claire