Dedicated to Olga

The eyes are filled with salty water. The eyelids are lowered, her native blood is flowing through her veins ....

It is not possible to return and forget. But how to live when the heart is anxious. How to love when the holy was taken away. I'm writing a letter to heaven, bring her back she's worthy of life. I clench my palms tightly after saying a prayer. Mom, I will always love you and remember you, so bright, brave, with an open soul. I promise to live right and honestly. Thank you for always being with me, for your support and warmth. I will keep the memories securely in my heart, under a big lock of love and hope. That we'll meet you again someday.