I live because of this.
My Grandfather was sent to Sweden when he was 2 years old, he ended up in a foster home and grew up, married my grandmother here in Sweden and they had a son who is my father.

My grandfathers own dad died in this war.
My father still has the letters his own grandfather sent to his family back in Finland.
He recieved them when my grandfather passed away a couple of years ago.
I still remember the day after the night he passed a way...
It was my fathers (his sons) birthday.
We were going to suprise him with presents, but then..
He came to us, sombering tears in his eyes, he collapsed in my moms lap and she told us "your grandfather passed away in his sleep last night, grandma phoned and told dad about 15 minutes ago"
This is why I have a finnish last name living in the most southern part of Sweden.
I'll never forget this, and the Finnish Winter War is the reason of why my family exists.
I miss my granpa still...
It's been 8 years... I still miss you gramps.. minä sinua rakastan