This single short question about the war in Ukraine rings in my head

When I saw the horrid news for the first time.

When I see images of refugees, of destruction and death.

When yesterday I saw my Mom speak to our close (her aunt) elderly relative in Ukraine, who’s despairing over “so many people dying”; over the constant air raid sirens that she can’t do much about — her husband is barely mobile.

Look at them, a couple of years ago, celebrating 60 years of marriage. Happy, peaceful, having lived in one place (Vinnytsia) their entire life, forever sending us love with real letters, with messages when their kids gifted them an IPad.

Now their country, including their town, is being “de-nazified”. With bombs.

And another picture of their family

…When my business partner in Ukraine messages me that he managed to get his family out, but his parents are stuck in Kyiv — it’s too long of a journey for them to the nearest border.

When I listen to the voice message of the Ukrainian nanny of our kids from years ago — she’s crying detailing her despair and horror.