Thinking about the peace plan proposals, how will this end? How can it end? I went down to the square this morning and walked among the memorial flags and photos of these defenders. It is gut wrenching seeing their photos, their once smiling faces, their ages. How does one surrender in any way with so much spilled blood??? But how does one go on knowing more lives will be lost more catastrophic life changing injuries??? They give it all for their country, their democracy. I pray we never have to give our lives for ours in America.
A few days ago at the memorial square there was a man sitting beside a photo and flag. He asked Sonny for a light. For a moment I was puzzled by his having two cigarettes in his mouth. I quickly realized he was sharing a cigarette break with his lost friend. He asked me where I was from and we spoke for a few short minutes. He then continued to have a one way conversation with his buddy, tears of agony in his eyes. Myself, I couldn’t bear it and walked over to Merita who was also crying, witnessing this moment. All I could do was, say mantras and breathe in the sacredness of life.
Two years ago Merita and I were here and this year we were shocked at the exponential number of people who had died, just in Kyiv.
