My favorite memory of wujek Karol - When he took Iza and I fishing. Every once in a while, during the summers, we would go to a local lake so my uncle can teach us how to fish. I was never good at it. Iza caught more than I ever did. It was always fun and interesting. The pressures of a fish swimming by and catching on to that tiny little worm I always felt sorry for. I will always miss my Wujek Karol. He was a wonderful uncle to me. One day we will see him again. -Love Misia