Vitauts: The Long Journey Home
At age 91, Vitauts returns to his Latvian roots to retire and find a well-deserved sense of peace and belonging.
At age 91, Vitauts returns to his Latvian roots to retire and find a well-deserved sense of peace and belonging.
Forgetting How to Cook I remember when my ex-ex-mother-in-law was ill or away for a few days. My ex-ex-father-in-law didn’t really know how to cook anything. This was a bit of a shock for me, but I guess it is a fairly common thing for American men of a certain generation. However, this has never …
I took dad to the good Doctor S. again yesterday. All the way there he gave me the same lecture about how he had driven these roads many times and how he used to know how to drive there. When we got to the office, he asked the name of the doctor, so I pointed to …
I am trying to deal with yesterday’s visit to the doctor, so I’m writing it out. Vitauts went to a neurologist in December for a dementia test. Susan and Andra brought him for what he described as “three hours of torture.” The neurologist asked him question after question after question making notes of what dad …