One knows the day is inevitable. Yet the news breaks one’s heart. Granddad Ivan has died at 86. Our granddad. Orphaned at the beginning of the Second World War, Granddad Ivan worked every day of his life until his strength just finally gave out two months ago. A quiet and kind man with the self-contained dignity that makes Belarusians the salt of the earth. Deepest condolences to his widow Vul’ljana, his daughters Vjera and Katsja, his son Pjatro, his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. May he rest in peace.
Ведаеш, што тое непазьбежна, а навіна б’е маланкай. Дзед Іван памёр. Яму было восемдзесят шэсьць. Наш дзед. Ён асірацеў у пачатку вайны. Ён працаваў, не спыняючыся ні на хвіліну, кожны дзень свайго жыцьця, пакуль не занямог з два месяцы таму. Чалавек ціхай і нязломнай дабрыні, чалавек гонару. Соль зямлі. Глыбокія спачуваньні яго ўдаве Вульляне, дачкам Веры і Каці, сыну Пятру, унукам і праўнукам. Сьветлая памяць і вечны супакой.
In the summer of 2012 Granddad Ivan asked me to take his portrait with the agricultural medal he won in 1955, that his grandchildren and great-grandchildren might remember him. Tsjerablichy 2012. Цераблічы 2012 год.
Спачуванні родным і светлая памяць…
So sorry to hear of your loss. Your description of him was beautiful.
Thank you, Michelle.