I took this photo of Anastasia and Zhenya returning cans and bottles at the store, only because it pleased me so much to see them working together. Nothing like money as a motivator.
Also, I needed to distract myself from the absolute stench in this room. The smell of stale beer - just too awful.
Dana's funeral. Vika lives in Detroit; she and Sasha (center) were at Zhenya's orphanage. Masha, on the right, is the sister of Misha, who was for years Sergei's best friend. (And her mom gave me the tomatoes!) It was touching to see how much these girls loved Dana, and recognized all she did for them.
There was a little display at the funeral, with some of the notes and letters Dana had received from the children and parents she worked with. I noticed this one, which Anastasia wrote several years ago.
Here is my Iraqi friend, Ban. She helps with so many things, including assisting with the activity morning. (She led the children in making a little "kit" they could set up at home with a cardstock manger, straw, and a tiny, plastic baby.) Ban is a catechist, and she tutors my kids in math.
So there we are. I have a bit of a life after my stint as "trauma mama". I know this isn't a very interesting post, but it rounds out the picture a little bit.