When my grandfather died, May 9 celebrations ceased to cause me the old emotions, as this day was associated with him.
We noisily celebrated this holiday with the whole family, listened to grandfather speech (he played the accordion and sang). We drank his health, and this is a great day.
My grandfather did not like to dwell on what happened in the war. But we, his grandchildren, knew that he had two combat wounds that hurt him, all his life, and be reminded of that terrible war. And at the same time reminded of the victory which we won.
My grandfather was a good, wise, cheerful, strong and humble. We loved it and always know that you can rely on him. That time, he fought for the Motherland and won, it certainly cope with our problems.
If he suddenly fell upon us with anger, we listened with bated breath, and did not dare to go across his words. Grandfather instilled respect for elders tolerated and other older people that surround us.
We respect, we are proud, we listened, and did not dare to contradict.
The present generation, which is about the war more and more rarely hears first hand, receives not accurate, the inverted information that does not correspond to reality. Thus they lose the thread, the emotions that are difficult to explain.
This sense of pride in the fact that we are the ancestors of such strong spirit and soul of the people. This sense of patriotism and pride in their homeland. This respect for the Scarecrow, the ability to look at them with gratitude for the life we now live.
I think respect for the older generation and falls as if we were trying not to vaccinate young people that old age must be respected, it is becoming more difficult with each passing year. Not because they are bad, but because every year it becomes less veterans and their energy goes along with them.
I still have tears in their eyes meet this holiday. Because I carry the memories of my beloved grandfather.
And for me the words - I remember. I'm proud. It's not just words. It is true that responds anguish, pride and love in your heart.
Let's take it a rule to respect the tradition, to remember the ancestors a kind word and be proud of them, not only on this holiday, but on other days.
After all, as long as we remember them the power of their spirit with us and we are not afraid of anything.
I remember, I am proud!
Congratulations! On the day of victory!
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