It was my Babushka, my mother, uncle Sergei, my brother, and me. Any memory Babushka had of us went out the window until we showed up and she got the memories back. She wasn't doing to well and died March 29, 2014, 3 days after my birthday.
Мама, это мы. Юлия, Саша, Миша и Серожа.
That day was one of the worst days for me as it was for everyone else. The funeral was a few days after she died and was laid to rest next to her husband who died in '99. It still hurts to this day, some days are better than others
Recovery from such a traumatic experience was a huge challenge and is still ongoing for me. Its kinda sad that I still haven't gotten over something from4-5 years ago but oh well. I manage