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Tad's sister Anna is a school friend of mine. I recall Tad as my brother Wally Tylak's friend from St. Mary's School on Bathurst Street where they excelled as champions at basketball games. I never really knew him personally as he was a polite, quiet boy of few words. On special occasions I got to see Tad as a grown man. Once at my brother's wedding, and then again on December 5, 2004 at the 150th anniversary of St Mary's school. As on previous meetings he was still polite, quiet, and had only a few words to say. I noticed he had a large resemblance to his father (from Poznan) who had been a dashing, gallant and courageous Polish soldier and partisan during the on- going turmoil and struggles for independence. Tad was a descendant of those dashing courageous Polish men who fought for independence everywhere they were needed. Life can be cruel and many people were displaced due to political decisions. Displaced people sometime need generations to recover. May God keep Tad's soul in the glory of heaven along with his loving mother and father.
The Dawn Opens the Way
Our mother’s death a year ago
Had clung unto your soul and
Was likened to our starless night.

But then, when night became dawn,
Your voice whispered gently
And I turned to the young blue jay
Hesitant on the nest’s edge,
Suddenly wide-eyed—plummeted—
Your mouth turned down in horror,
The jay took nature’s breeze,
Your eyes in astonishment,
As the jay’s certainty was achieved;
She flew to perch on a branch.
Hopping back and forth,
Joyous and proud she had escaped death
For the moment. So, too, ought
Grief’s moment in the air last:
Horrific, astonished and then relieved.

While your smile was now free and beaming,
The fulfilment of your release
Became my delicate treasure.
by M. J. Chromecki
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