Im lost for words but you always wanted to speak or have to speak. but you have given me a chance to do so. so I will say something.I miss you Svets. this is what I use to call you. I Think of you as my child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth.”Love you Svets.this is what your Daddy Cool use to call you. “But Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me and do not try to stop them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'” Love you dear...From Daddy Cool