Vladimir’s point of view…
Magas, Russia…
Lydia’s funeral had ended a while ago and the last remaining group of people were making their way to their cars except for me. I was walking around the cemetery in search of Konstantin. He was grabbing a lift back home with my mother and me, but he hadn’t come to the car yet and my mother was beginning to grow impatient with him.
I walked back to Lydia’s grave in hopes that I would find him there. Sure enough, I found him still standing by her grave, looking down at her tomb stone intently. Lydia’s death was a huge blow to Konstantin and I wondered if he would ever be the same again.
I slowly walked up to him and stood beside him silently. I stood there for about a minute, staring at her grave with him before saying to him in Russian:
“Are you
