I have been trying to write something about my trip back to the states after 4 years in Latvia. Rita and I did return for a short visit 3 years ago, but this was my first time back in what felt like a long, long time. I wasn’t sure what to write or how to …
At age 91, Vitauts returns to his Latvian roots to retire and find a well-deserved sense of peace and belonging.
Have Good Living It seems like there should be something written here about my dad who turned 90 years old on November 1, 2017. I have done some interviews and recordings with him over the years, and I used one line in the video I made for his party that stands out for me. “My …
He’s Leaving Home I was trying to go to sleep to be fresh and ready for Wednesday. I have an early morning AP Comp class, but something inside of me just needed to write. I have been contemplating how to phrase all of what I am feeling for weeks now, and I suppose it’s time …
Monday the 13th has been a strange day. It was the first work day after the Spring Forward of Daylight Savings Time. It is the day after my birthday. There was snow on the ground when I left for work, and people were driving slowly. And, apparently, it’s a full moon. I knew it was …
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 …
“Old Age is no Fun” After visiting Dr. S, we came home and it snowed. School was not called off on that Wednesday as it probably should have been, and I drove my Honda through the messy streets, picking up donuts for my morning class, and barely making it up Dodge street to 90th. By …
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 …
Yesterday was Wednesday, trash day. I didn’t realize it until I got home from school only to see empty recycling bins and garbage cans lining the block. “Shoot!” I thought, now we have to wait a week to empty the trash. Oh well, no big deal. Then, it wasn’t until Thursday evening that I looked …
I got a phone call today at school during my second day of speech camp. It was my father. His car had broken down, he wasn’t sure where he was or what was wrong, but he needed help. Thankfully, some nice Samaritan had pushed his car of the busy main road and stayed with him. …