I’ve been thinking a lot about Vladik and Igor lately.
We haven’t talked to Igor since he got back to Ukraine. He can use his roommate’s phone to Skype with us, but he hasn’t. I know better than to take it personally. Life is just unfair.
I love that kid. Despite everything, I love him and I will never stop. I’ll never forget the way the top of his head smells, just like one of my own children.
I still haven’t changed the sheets on his bed.
We went in his room this week. It was weird and sad. It’s hard not to expect to see him there every time we walk by the closed door. It’s almost as if he’s died.
But, moving on, as hard as it is, has to happen.
That tiny little dude on the right.
This situation with Vladik, this hosting group (World Children Hosting) is utterly amazing. Unlike the other group we hosted with, where we were going to host Max and t