Our friends sent an invite to their wedding in Italy, hoping Yuri would be able to play his violin. I didn’t work out that way.
They might be called the Basement Tapes, Hurricane Irene Surviving Tapes, but we will decidedly forevermore, call them the Permafrost Tapes.
It was always a source of surprise and joie de vivre from the cashier before I went off bringing the Sunday crossword puzzle to the ICU every week.
It wasn’t long ago that he had to muster every ounce of arm strength to stand up. Getting up from a sitting position still remains difficult. Standing unsteadily, he had to relearn balance.
Living on a cul-de-sac tucked away in Sligo Creek Park, it wasn’t unusual to hear a loud dry crack and a crash.
One of these moments opened the door to Artody, Georgia, the Republic for a month-long film shoot about the last surviving members of the protectors of the Georgian Kingdom, the Khevsurian warriors.
I always loved Yuri’s voice. Still do. The richness in timbre –its musically sounding character and clean quality or his range going from warm-toned tenor to unwavering falsetto– so distinctive in its pitch and intensity.
Yuri’s brain (as chairman of the board), encouraging the rest of his players to heal synergistically with Western medicine and non-traditional therapies.
I watch what Yuri accomplishes every day– the longer walks, taking the outside front steps, walking down the uneven riser steps to the lower level. These are challenges he was unable to do just a week ago.
I want to do my best for Yuri. He is, after all, the man in charge of his come back. That’s what Home Care Team kept saying about the vast improvements and recovery in one month of being home.
Yuri felt like he missed the Spring season. It was often raw and rainy fraught with strong winds, passing thunderstorms, sometimes a bit of hail (along with the Hail Marys), then a sudden thrust into heat and high humidity.
by Yuri Turchyn Coming home from Rehab felt like a triumph. The first two weeks were tough physically and mentally. Emotionally, it was heaven. It’s the Quiet that makes me content.