I realized what a family is and how much I love my family too late. When my grandfather left in Donetsk, and then grandfather and grandmother in Debaltseve (I could not say goodbye to them), then Grandmother in Kiev. I realized that there would no longer be a big table with conversations about life. There will be no more grandmother's "do not whine, but do", there will be no grandfather's "but sing". And there will be only you and what will remain after you, only what you create.

I forgave all my grievances and became close to my dad. And on the weekend, I met relatives on my father's side, whose existence I learned only a couple of months ago. It was such a sincere meeting that it was difficult to restrain emotions. As in the program "wait for me" only not according to the script.
In general, there are more of us, which is good news.

And also, I began to study my family tree. I learned so many interesting things about my ancestors, learned their surnames, names and field of activity. It is a pity that it was not a family tradition to write down information about family members. Perhaps I'll start it. And I will call my relatives more often.