Remembrance
Gongadze remains unburied, as Lesya Gongadze, the journalist's mother, has refused to have the body interred until the head has been found.
President Viktor Yushchenko awarded Gongadze the title Hero of Ukraine on 23 August 2005.
In June 2005 Kiev's Industrialnaya Street was renamed Georgy Gongadze Street. August 2008 a monument to journalist Gongadze and all journalists killed for their professional activities was opened in Kiev in a park in Chervonoarmiyska street, but Gongadze's mother, Lesya Gongadze, was against erecting a monument until the investigation is completed. She repeated her wish "to remove the monument to Gongadze" after a meeting with Ukrainian President Viktor Yanukovych on 22 June 2010, she also added her discontent with "political forces" holding "PR campaigns" regarding the Gongadze murder case.
A literary token of respect for the work and courage of Gongadze is to be found in the novel for young adults, "Fair Game: The Steps of Odessa" (Spire Publishing, 2008, ISBN 1-897312-72-5) by James Watson. The book is dedicated to Giya Gongadze, but the theme, of a persecuted journalist and the impact of his revelations about government corruption on his football-playing daughter, Natasha, and his son Lonya, has strong similarities to Gongadze's own fate.
In Kiev and Lviv ceremonies marking the disappearance of Gongadze where held on 16 September 2010 (ten years after his disappearance).
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