Do not grow indifferent to Ukraine’s suffering, to Putin’s unthinkable evil.
It sinks in, I know. Life goes on. I know the feeling. I experience it.
Still, every now and then I’m reminded of the tragedy and it doesn’t sink in. My heart sinks. I’m grateful to my Mom for being the “compass” that always points in the right direction. Nothing “sinks in” for her, even though she’s now in a comfortable environment — in America, with us. She left Russia for good. It wasn’t easy for her but she could never come to terms with living with murderers.