“A Son Who Will Never Play with His Father Again”: The Story of 6-Year-Old Platon
For his mother, Kateryna, every morning is a test. She must find the strength to build a new life without her husband.
Platon brought coloring books, his favorite blanket, and a toy fire truck. But if he could, he would have taken his grandparents, his friends from kindergarten, and maybe even the entire Azov Sea.
Kateryna recalls those days with both pain and tenderness. It has now been three years since they fled their native Berdyansk in panic during the first weeks of Russia's full-scale invasion in 2022.
"My father couldn't leave due to his poor health," she explains.
They are still there, under constant control of the russian occupiers. From time to time, they manage to send news, but no one knows when they will see each other again.
"My husband had been fighting in the Azov Regiment since 2014. He knew what was coming. We also knew that the families of these soldiers were in grave danger under occupation."
The first month in Kyiv was difficult. For two months, Kateryna didn't unpack their suitcases. Platon had no friends and asked every day when they would return home.
"He visited us in Kyiv whenever he could. Platon and his dad were very close. For him, his father was like a god. He knew his dad was a soldier but didn't yet understand how dangerous it was."
"This was our last walk together..."
Because his father would never return.
Hennadii was killed near Bakhmut on June 7, 2023, during Ukraine's counteroffensive.
"We cried together a lot. He was only five years old… Sometimes, it feels like something heavy is pressing on my chest. But then Platon hugs me and says: 'Even if Dad is gone, I'm still here.'"
Kateryna says that a child's perception of loss is a complex process.
At the funeral, Platon asked: "Mom, are you sure that's really my dad in the coffin?"
From time to time, he asks to visit the cemetery. And when he gets angry at his mother, he goes to his father's photo and tells him he's tired of her.
But he is growing up. He even likes a girl at school.
Kateryna smiles as she watches Platon jump around the playground, laughing and throwing snow into the air.
"One day, we were walking home from kindergarten," she recalls, "when he suddenly stopped and started crying. He had just realized he would never play with his father again..."