This is mom’s diary. Not my mom’s, but it sure reads as if it was my own mother writing this to me. Against the backdrop of Kyiv Crematorium, before you is a diary of a young man’s mother who was Mariupol, Ukraine while it was being sieged by Russians. She would text her son from time to time hoping that her messages would come through whenever there’s a glimpse of reception. Eventually, she made it out of Mariupol. While her physical safety is now assured, there’s no telling when she will be able to recover from the horrifying psychological trauma she had suffered. Or if ever. And there are quite literally millions and millions of Ukrainians with stories like this. Some are more, some are less fortunate than others. Some are lucky enough to live to tell their stories, while others are gone forever. If you're reading this, please help spread the word about the war against Ukraine. Our people are fighting strong, but we need the world's help. Here's how you can assist- with your wallet or otherwise- as well as find out what's going on from official, reliable sources: supportukrainenow.org/ Some of the ways to help only take a few minutes. Please consider helping out, millions and millions of Ukrainians (including me) would love to come back home soon and live peacefully in free Ukraine. Thank you. P.S. I know that normally it's not a place for politics, but this is not the time to be apolitical. If Ukraine falls, Russia's bloodthirst will not end there.