Yesterday I was writing about dreams, moods, my hobby. I thought it was important, because it influences our lives... Yes. But only if you have nothing else to worry about. How about grave illness of our loved ones, or just serious illness? No, I am not going to pretend that I know the answers. I am just devastated by the news I have got from home. These minutes my uncle is dying from cancer, suffering. I saw him last time a year ago, February 2010. After his wife passed away he never recovered. They were together over 50 years and in this case it's unfortunate that couples like that cannot die together, because the one is left behind has berried his sole, lost interest in life and is dying slowly. They lost their toddler son and since then they belonged to each other, they've been through a lot of good and bad. Their life was solid and traditional. They were patriots of their country and cried when Stalin died. They believed in communist party and later to Lukashenka. They worked hard all their lives and thanks to the government (old and new, bad and good for paying the pension)they had enough money to enjoy their retirement. Sick or not, they never missed elections. The newspaper they received and TV always delivered truth. They had life long friends and had only vodka on his holiday table. My childhood, my youth was connected with them. They knew what was right and what was wrong. They taught me too. I learned, that I had to take care of my husband and to make sure that he always looks neat and crisp, because my husband is my face.( I was 17 at that time and never had a date yet.) I learned that smoking makes a girl look like a bad woman; that I shouldn't keep my boyfriend late because his parents will think low about me... They were great representatives of their time and life seemed so simple and secure. And today my heart hurts... I understand it's circle of life, but at the time like that heart doesn't want to listen... I will miss you too, dear uncle Peter
