2002 - my closest people die.
I try to tell funny stories, but today you will find one sad.
Please share it with me!
2002 - my closest people die.
Klimenko Sofya Ivanovna - left us on March 14, 2002.
That year, my grandmother would have turned 97 years old. She was a wonderful person and worked hard all her life, she raised us, her grandchildren, she waited for her great-grandchildren. When we celebrated her 90th birthday, she said that only in the last five years, she began to feel unwell. A simple woman from the village, she was very wise and shared her ingenious advice with us. We all understood that her departure was approaching. But it never crossed anyone’s mind that the mother would be the first to leave.
In recent years, my mother, Maria Vasilievna, has already worked in retirement at the clinic of a military hospital. So on all health issues, both we and she went to the doctors of the clinic. I was not worried about her health, as I was sure that she was in good hands.
As you remember, every year on the day of my Angel on Tatyana’s Day, I held my personal exhibition, this time on January 25, the exhibition opened in the Liberty Gallery, in Odessa.
In the evening we bought champagne for the presentation and already went to the gallery when the terrible news came - my mother was gone.
Since then, my Angel’s day has become my mother’s memory day.
Looking back at everything that happened in our country after the departure of my loved ones, I realized that their departure is actually salvation. All subsequent events - the Orange Revolution, the Maidan, the coming to power of Yanukovych and Poroshenko, the war that is now going on in Ukraine in places where painfully are familiar, the places where they were born, the separation of Donbas, all this would have been impossible to survive in any case.
Two months after the death of my mother, my grandmother left. Now they are together forever in another world and they come to me very often in the form of little doves. Bright memory to my good! They will forever remain in our hearts.
I try to tell funny stories, but today you will find one sad.
Please share it with me!
2002 - my closest people die.
Klimenko Sofya Ivanovna - left us on March 14, 2002.That year, my grandmother would have turned 97 years old. She was a wonderful person and worked hard all her life, she raised us, her grandchildren, she waited for her great-grandchildren. When we celebrated her 90th birthday, she said that only in the last five years, she began to feel unwell. A simple woman from the village, she was very wise and shared her ingenious advice with us. We all understood that her departure was approaching. But it never crossed anyone’s mind that the mother would be the first to leave.
In recent years, my mother, Maria Vasilievna, has already worked in retirement at the clinic of a military hospital. So on all health issues, both we and she went to the doctors of the clinic. I was not worried about her health, as I was sure that she was in good hands.
As you remember, every year on the day of my Angel on Tatyana’s Day, I held my personal exhibition, this time on January 25, the exhibition opened in the Liberty Gallery, in Odessa.
In the evening we bought champagne for the presentation and already went to the gallery when the terrible news came - my mother was gone.
Since then, my Angel’s day has become my mother’s memory day.
Looking back at everything that happened in our country after the departure of my loved ones, I realized that their departure is actually salvation. All subsequent events - the Orange Revolution, the Maidan, the coming to power of Yanukovych and Poroshenko, the war that is now going on in Ukraine in places where painfully are familiar, the places where they were born, the separation of Donbas, all this would have been impossible to survive in any case.
Two months after the death of my mother, my grandmother left. Now they are together forever in another world and they come to me very often in the form of little doves. Bright memory to my good! They will forever remain in our hearts.
Я стараюсь рассказывать веселые истории, но сегодня Вас ждет одна грустная. Пожалуйста разделите ее со мной!
2002 год- уходят из жизни мои самые близкие люди
Клименко Софья Ивановна- ушла от нас 14 марта 2002 года .
В том году моей бабушке исполнилось бы 97 лет. Она была прекрасным человеком и всю свою жизнь тяжело работала, она воспитывала нас, своих внуков, она дождалась правнуков. Когда мы праздновали ее 90 летие она говорила, что только последние пять лет, она стала себя неважно чувствовать. Простая женщина из села, она была очень мудрой и делилась своими бесхитростными советами с нами.
Мы все понимали, что близится ее уход. Но никому и в голову не приходило- что первой уйдет мама.
В последние годы мама, Мария Васильевна, работала уже на пенсии в поликлинике военного госпиталя. Так что по всем вопросам здоровья и мы и она обращались в врачам поликлиники. Я не беспокоилась о ее здоровье, так как была уверенна, что она находится в хороших руках.
Как Вы помните, каждый год в день своего ангела на Татьянин День, я проводила свою персональную выставку, на этот раз 25 января выставка открывалась в галерее Либерти, в Одессе.
Мы с вечера закупили шампанское для презентации и уже отправлялись в галерею, как пришло страшное известие- моей мамы не стало.
С тех пор, день моего Ангела стал днем памяти моей мамы.
Оглянувшись назад, на все то, что произошло в нашей стране после ухода моих близких я поняла то, что их уход - это на самом деле -спасение. Все последующие события- Оранжевая революция, Майдан, приход к власти Януковича и Порошенко, война, которая сейчас идет в Украине в местах до боли знакомых, местах где они родились, отделения Донбаса, все это было бы невозможно в любом случае пережить.
Спустя два месяца после смерти мамы, ушла и моя бабушка. Теперь они вместе навсегда в другом мире и они приходят ко мне очень часто в виде маленьких голубок. Светлая память моим хорошим! Они навсегда останутся в наших сердцах.
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