It was the year 2006. It was a warm, sunny spring day. Some relatives and I had made arrangements and decided to go to our homeland to visit our last elderly grandmother, who lived alone and had outlived many of her brothers, sisters, and husband. She had no children. She was my grandmother's own sister. At the same time we visited the cemetery where all our ancestors were buried. Moreover, we decided to visit my grandmother as soon as possible, for she told us in her letters that she began to have frequent dreams where her dead sisters were knocking on her window and calling her, waving her hand and saying insistently: "Come to us already. How long can we wait?" We realized that she probably didn't have much left to live for having such dreams. I especially wanted to see the grave of my grandfather and great-grandmother, for I had never seen their graves. When they buried my grandfather, my mother's father, we children were left in the car on the outskirts of the cemetery, so we wouldn't have to watch the funeral process and be traumatized. I was seven years old at the time.
And so we came to the native land where we were born. I was already 35 years old. I felt a peace of mind and knew I needed to pay my ancestors this tribute and remember them. So we went to the cemetery. Our old grandmother Dusya couldn't find her grandfather's grave. She hadn't been there for many years. The cemetery had expanded. There were a lot of graves. Trees and bushes grew up. There were fences. Grandma lost her bearings. And we just walked at random, looking at every grave.
I was walking behind and a bit behind, to get my video camera ready - to take a picture of my grandfather's grave. I looked - my relatives had gone somewhere and everyone was looking for the grave. And suddenly - as if the noise and sound of the environment has disappeared, it became silent, as if the world froze for a couple of seconds. And with my left side vision I see two very bright flashes over the horizon of the graves, a hundred meters away from me, like an electric welder. It even seemed to me that the leaves on the trees were not moving. I remembered where they flashed and went silently there. And the world around me immediately "turned on," and again I could hear the noise of the wind and the hum of the city and people. I went up there and saw my grandfather's name and surname - Victor Petrovich. I shouted to my men - come here, I found my grandfather! All were surprised that I found so quickly, having never been to the grave.
Apparently, my grandfather decided to give me a sign, so they wouldn't have to look for him for a long time. He probably thought there would be no use looking for these women. I'd rather give a sign to my grandson and the only man among all the guests who arrived. My grandfather built two houses. Made it to Berlin in 1945. And he gave me my mother, whom I love very much. Thank my grandfather for my wonderful mother.
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