95th anniversary of the Ipatiev House massacre

95 years ago today, the lives of the Romanov family came to an abrupt and brutal end. The manner in which they were murdered is still very difficult for me to accept. The thought of how the fiends handled and disposed of them so bestially only makes it worse. Is the world really so grim?

Ever since I first paid real attention to the Romanov family in January of this year, I've always wished I could time warp to July 1918 and save every one of them, including those who accompanied them into exile. But try as I might, regardless of how long, nothing will ever bring them back. I never knew them, so I'll never get to hear their voices, see them in real color or feel the touch of their hands. All I can do is mourn them, lament their passing, and think of them in my imaginations.

Call me crazy, but I really cannot help it. I'm not sure how to put this, but to Nicholas, Alexandra, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexei: may you all rest in peace, and lots of love from me.