a story

My grandmother had aunt, mother of 4.
She went to the war in 1941;
Nurse, was the first one who left home.
Tall, big a bit, Slavic beauty, I saw one picture.
She left and never came back.
Was hard time, idea was not even to win, only stop the occupation a bit.
Her children grew up, almost in their 80.
And they talk about her as she is a young woman, calling her mama like she is around. 
All their life they have her in their mind, what she would do, what she did in peaceful life, even hard to believe. 
They love her, 
Would do anything to have her around just for one day...
They were children when she left, now they are almost 80.