Out of all the months in the year, the longest for me is November. It is such a nostalgic and melancholic time. Trees without leaves, grey sky, early twilight - it is not a Polish golden Autumn anymore, but there is still a long way to go before we can celebrate warmly Christmas with the family.

All Saint's Day in November induces reflections and dwelling on the past. Its heroes are for me not only my closest relatives who have passed away. Every year on one of the November weekends we go to the Military Graveyard Powązki. At that time we try to remind our ever-growing children about Poland's important people. We want to come to a stop for a minute by places which memorialize these who passed away defending what was important for them and also for us.

I think that apart from dressing our children, feeding them and sending them to good schools, this is one of the most important roles which the passing of time imposes on us parents. The young generation luckily has not seen or experienced certain things, and not everyone has grandfathers who are tangible proof of fighting and passing history. History lessons at school present cold facts which once learned fly away too fast from young heads. Much more is said by straight brown crosses, grassy graves and nameplates with age descriptions of scouts from "Szare Szeregi". "Mom, they were only a few years older than I am now...."

Every year we read and tell them the history of the Katyń Valley Monument, pointing out that Poland was not always a free country, in which the truth is a superior value, adding that Poland's independence of that time was in name only. The multitude of lights burning by the Monument for those Murdered in Concentration Camps also make a deep impression.

For a few years our first steps have led to "Meadow",  This is the symbol of all secret, shameful burials of Heroes murdered by the communist regime. Up to Autumn we have lit lights by the symbolic place piled up with field stones and around us chaotically were arranged birchen crosses: "Here I was found", " I am not found yet" - every such sentence means one Hero who died in an unequal fight against communist power and points out how many of Them have still not been found.

This Autumn, at the symbolic monument place, a Pantheon was raised. The monumental grey memorial allows for a respectful burial of exhumed Heroes. It is no doubt that such place was needed. Every Hero requires a tribute and families should at long last have places were they may pay respect to their closest relatives. I only hope that the brown crosses standing at the edge of the alley will not disappear and together with the new respectful burial places of all found Heroes they will tell their history, shouting to all to remember.