Two years without my grandmother ... Grand Nina ...

 She was born in the longest winter night in 1923,  and left ius n the shortest summer night on June 21.

Nina was light and cheerful people. 

Death never was a part of she's plans. Two yeas  that we live with my Mom without NINA, quite clearly proved one well-known truth: while Mom is alive, you are not orphans. I can add: still alive grandmother,  you a child.

In my childhood, when we went along with Nina, she is often called my mother, she was always young and beautiful. I have always resisted such a slowness of others, trying to explain the truth. Nina always laugh (to call her grandmother neither me nor it did not occur to the head). and now, looking forfard old photos, I seem to hear her laughter crystal.

Portrait with Rose always liked for me

[on the back signature "in 1944"]

-- Whether it's you? -- Sometimes mocking, I asked, trying to tease a little Nina.

-- Look, what you will in my years - she smiled in response.

Look ...

... the last two weeks of Nina's life took place in the resuscitation department, she came several times in themselves. Nina once asked when she finally let home, at another time, hesitantly admitted:

 "This is the end ... but this can not be!"

... on that last evening when we are with Mom reluctant to Nina's already lifeless body, the hospital door is something to move, I have under their feet.

"The cat" - I thought, but by looking closely, I see a bird in the dark,  hospital Cupid, which could not fly.