35 years ago today, our Russian grandfather Nicola passed away.
I’m humbled and thankful to have written his amazing life story, which has taught me as much about part of our family history and dynamics, as it did about myself and the kind of person I wanna be 💙 I see that as one of the many great reasons to dive into family history, and a helpful reminder of how certain traits can potentially get passed on (see: Bible, epigenetics)–of course; provided they are activated and amplified by our own thoughts and actions (personal responsibility is key) 🌟
It was also totally NOT planned that the 2017 year–marking exactly a century since the Russian Revolution that kicks off the story–would be the year of completion, but I’m thankful for Jesus’ eternal divine timing ☦️
Hence, the cover to the upcoming book titled Nicola’s Leg which will be available in April:
Nikita and Natacha, of Russian nobility, flee the Russian Revolution to Jerusalem’s Mount of Olives. Thus is born my grandfather Nicola’s story: from adolescence in Eastern Europe, to serving in Egypt during World War II, to his imprisonment at the onset of Israel’s Six-Day war, his journey unfolds, eventually culminating in the loss of his legs.