Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The problem I have with Kyiv is that I can't go anywhere here without being reminded of our search for papa last summer. We were looking for him everywhere, it seems, and the memories are still very vivid, and it hurts a lot.

1 comment:

  1. I think about you now all the time since my dog was stolen from us last week. I can't imagine not knowing where my father went. It's hard enough dealing with my missing dog. I'm so sorry.