I love and miss you, my Olya
November 30 is the 'anniversary' of when I lose my daughter. Over the time, the years, sometime perhaps time 'heal'. But it do not get less, the loss and pain of it. There is so much I wish I could have seen, so much more time and growth I wish I had seen of my daughter. She would be almost 10 years old now, and I do not know who she would be, what she would do or like to do. What she would think of school, who her best friend would be, what she would like to play or what kind of music. I can imagine these things. But will never know. My daughter was a happy and loving child. Perhaps she would have changed as she get older, perhaps she would have talk back or argue with us. But she never become that yet, and my only memories of her are happiness and love, playing and laughing. That is a gift to me from God, I think, that those are my memories. Happiness is what she is. And I try very hard to live my life in finding happiness, because for that, I can feel closer to my child, and again feel her close to me and hear her laughter in my heart and mind. I wish for all people on this day to try to find their own happiness, so that they can feel close to those who love also. And please do take the time to tell people that you love them. It takes only seconds, but is the most importent words in the world. The last words my daughter and I shared to each other were 'I love you', and for that, and for her, I will be always greatful. Thank you to those who share her memory with me. My love to you Olya.
(Спасибо Максим для красивой музыки)