The presenter posted a message dedicated to his deceased mother. All her life she suffered from self-doubt, which eventually became more. Posner still can’t get over the death of her. Her friend shared with a celebrity letter, touched by Vladimir Putin to the core.

Days 82-year-old Vladimir Pozner shared in his long and heartfelt post about his mother Geraldine Lotten, who passed away in may 1985 from a ruptured aorta. Leading still can’t accept her death. “You know what I find inexplicable? That death affects our imagination, shocking to us. What can be said about the birth of anyone; but death is as natural a thing as birth. I understand that my mother died. I’ll admit it. But I refuse to consider it “normal,” wrote Posner.

Mr Putin said that one of my friends parents sent him a letter, full of sincere feelings for Lutten. It outlined the life story of her lead. “Once he was in love with my mother – however, perhaps loved her all his life. I knew him when we lived in America, he came to us when we lived in Berlin. He always seemed gentle, kind and smart. But, as I understand now, nothing is said, because he was (and is) a special person”, – said Posner.

The confession of the other parents seemed to be leading a very accurate portrait of his late mother. Posner admitted that he would hardly he was able to write something like that. Mr Putin was grateful to the man for a true picture of Geraldine Lotten.

“It cannot be said that the letter told me something about my parents, what I didn’t know. But it is one of the most remarkable, the thinnest, most loving portraits of my mother. Whether it’s a painting, it would be hanging in my office. But this letter, and it is always where I can easily reach it,” – said Posner.

In his letter, friend’s parents host reported that he was familiar with Geraldine about fifty years and said goodbye to her time in new York, Berlin, Paris and Rome. Every time man thought he saw the French one last time. According to him, life had treated her harshly and unfairly. In addition, Posner’s mother was forced to bury her husband, who loved and always supported – and in sorrow and in joy. The death of a husband knocked the woman off balance, shattered her already fragile composure.

“In the absence of your father and his support (which she needed due to the fact that, as I said, lived with peace of crack, with holed sense of self-confidence), it was fear of this world; it seemed to me that trips and meetings with old friends she tries to fill the void, the pit – trying to convince myself that living life is not in vain. It was a battle with old age, sickness and loss of a sense of identity, which has given her marriage and family,” wrote one parent Posner.