There was a massive strike on Chernihiv. Many dead and wounded. I have friends there. They were actually my father’s friends but I took over after he died.
With fingers in a spasm, I try to type out, “are you OK? Are you alive?”
My friends write back to say they are alive. I’m trying to make breakfast for my child but my eyes are so swollen I can barely see the pan.
I have one lecture, two meetings, a committee lunch, and an event after that. And I’ll be present, cheerful, and entertaining at all of them.
Tomorrow’s my birthday, by the way.
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Sometimes not giving up is the most heroic thing one can do.
Peace and more strength to you.
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Thank you. One has to rebuild oneself every day and keep plodding on.
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I so wish I could say something that would alleviate the pain. I am so sorry.
Ol.
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Bon courage.
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♥️ ♥️ ♥️
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