“We walked together for a couple of hours. I said: ‘Son, you’ve already done so much… Maybe you should rest a bit? The boys are dying…’ I could see how worried he was—it showed in everything. And he answered me with such certainty, ‘Mom, didn’t everyone want to live? All my boys—every one of them wanted to live. I’m not alone. How can I sit and do nothing? Who will do my job?’”

That evening stayed with her not only because of the words—but because of the silence. That moment when they simply walked side by side, and the sky above them seemed endless.