Year ago, today, around this time our Kaka went home……. and if this story goes out to the world, this is what I would say to him. — Dear Kaka, I once heard a set of parents say that they wanted their ceiling to be their children’s floor. If you’d heard that, too, you would have said it. You lived it. It’s been one year since you are gone. Yet I still wake up in the morning thinking…