Deepest condolences! I hope your aunt is in better place now, and that you and rest of your family copes well with your loss! I know how it is to lose someone dear so I hope you will cherish beautiful memories of her and that grief will pass with time and good deeds. I'm not in since I have so many games, and no time to play.
1. I don't play an instrument unless you count in singing. I have dabbled with a few instruments but nothing serious. I don't have one favourite peace of music or performance in mind because I like a a lot of genres, bands, performers and composers but if something inspires and cheers me it is so many people in public singing in unison like in this video:
<span class="bold">Blind Guardian - Bard's Song</span> 2. I had such beautiful time with my mother during past winter holidays. I have spend more than three weeks with her in Netherlands. We went on long walks, talked, cooked, and spent time together. I miss her a lot every day since I live in other part of Europe, and we usually visit each other just a few times a year. We communicate almost every day, but it is not the same as having your mum close.
3. I have been member of an Red Cross intervention team and I have helped refugees. I have also done a lot of things in no official capacity like helping people affected in floods, helping to prevent them and to reduce damage afterwards. I have donated blood many times, money, clothes, necessities, .... I occasionally help few people and families in need. I also have helped to organize/promote some charity events/drives.
When I was a child in my country there was a war, poverty, air raids. We could hear sounds of artillery barrage even though I have lived in an "safe" enclave semi surrounded by enemy forces. Lot of my family have lost everything, their villages and towns were razed to the ground, what was left was pillaged and burned, nature and vegetation removed rest. They have lost innocence of previous life and even most of memories of it like family photos. My uncle was killed by a land mine, his mother was tortured psychologically by enemy paramilitaries, but I have also mention one enemy officer who protected her. Another uncle was one of defenders of Vukovar, he was captured and and tortured in an concentration camp, luckily he was later exchanged in a prisoner exchange. One of my brothers was a child soldier and have seen his best friend brain scattered. I think he is only survivor from his platoon. My mother have slept with a hand grenade and a pistol. She had them in a case that someone tries to rape, torture, imprison or kill her because she was member of Croatian minority trapped in a city controlled by other side in Bosnia. I was with my grandparents in Croatia and not knowing what is happening with half of my family.
That is just a small piece of my childhood which was in spite of war for better part happy. We played in shelters, and after war passed in/at fields, forests, hills, parks and playgrounds. Instead of giving in to hatred and prejudice I have decided to fervently fight against them for a better humanity. I don't hate anyone even though I feel sad for many misguided souls who do misdeeds and cause harm to other (not only) human beings and nature. I know how it is to be barefoot, scared and poor so I'll help people and spread good will whenever I can. I have also inherited a lot of altruistic spirit from my mother which helps few friends and family members in rough situation, volunteers with children with disabilities, elderly, victims of strokes... and my late grandmother who raised or helped raise around ten children not her own. These two great women inspire me a lot and for the end here is another inspirational song and message:
<span class="bold">TRIUMPH - Fight the Good Fight</span>