Sudak, Crimea. August 2013. |
Two days ago D got a phone call from the states. His father had passed away at 4 AM that morning.
It's so hard- how does a son say goodbye to the dad that he's always known?
How does a wife say goodbye to the man she loves?
How does a teacher say goodbye to the student who struggled with this perplexing English language but never gave up learning?
How do children say goodbye to a parent who was always ready to help, whether the distance was 350 wintery miles on an Alaskan highway or 13 hours on a trans-Atlantic flight?
Things are kind of messy right now, everywhere. There's a hole in the fabric of our shared reality.
It's easy to look back on these pictures that D took at the beginning of August, on a brief trip back to his boyhood home, and wish we could go back to that time before the phone rang two days ago.
Kharkov train station |
Simferopol, Autonomous Republic of Crimea |
Simferopol |
Crimean sausage shop "Friendship" |
one of D's childhood haunts |
sunset along the coast (Sudak) |
in D's childhood apartment |
Simferopol train station |
I am so, so sorry. My heart goes out to Denis and to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words, Emily. You know better than most that it hasn't always been smooth sailing, but it was a worthy journey in the end.
DeleteStay strong for D.
ReplyDeleteI will : ) Thank you, Rupert.
DeleteA sad news... and a great loss for you, friends.
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