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...we shall note the passing of our dear Grandfather, who left us this Friday 15th of July.
Imants was an intelligent man, who never lost his wonderful sense of humour. He had endured the Second World War, living though being forced into hard labour by the Germans. He returned home to accusations of being a traitor, and sentenced by the Russian 'liberators'. Upon returning from Siberia (where he had lost one of his lungs), he found the heart of a young woman, Ruta, who was there waiting for him after all those years. They had one daughter, Salliya, together. One of six brothers, Imants pursued his interest in Architecture, creating designs for hospitals and libraries in our home-town of Madona. We used to love going to his office. It was a small attic room at the very top of a building, which was always warm, be it winter or summer. Even before retiring he had kept active. An avid chess player, he had taken part in humerous championships and had never lost his spark and a passion for sports. He knew a great many things, sharing readily the knowledge he had acquired through the years. He kept strangely quiet about his past, however. He had a great love for us all. Him and Ruta rarely quarelled, and if they did... they made any disagreements into silly jokes. I have no bad memories of Imants, except for the time he smacked me with a ruler. That was only once and I well deserved it. He was a kind and loving man, a mystery and a puzzle that may never be solved now. He departed much too soon and will be sorely missed and remembered with fondness and pride and a great love from all of us.Sleep well.
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I ramble. But he will live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew and loved him.
The thing with recording memories is that they'll mean little or nothing to the next generation. I know from my own experiences. We know little about our grand-grand parents, even though the information is pretty much there... Any subsequent generation, who didn't have any contact with the preceing generation, would hold little interest...
But it's ok, as he will live on in our own private memories.
Thank you
mans vecteevs ar bija dizhsh viirs kursh dziivo un dziivos manaas atminjaaas.....
arii vinjsh bij karojis pasaules otrajaa karaa un bija guustaa (cietumaa nosedeeja vairaak kaa gadu) bet vinju neizsuutija uz sibiiriju....
He is certainly in a much better place now.
I am sorry for your loss. I'm not to familiar to death within the family. When I lost my Grandfather I was but four, maybe five. I have no memory of him, yet I hear that I am him incarnate. So to me it is as if he lives on.
Perhaps you'll see your grandfather's influece in yourself or maybe in your children one day...
I pay him my respects.
May you and yours remember him for the great man he obviously was and not grive over his death for too long.
Yaharr... thank you. People aren't ever truly gone, except if they're forgotten. He shall live on in our good memories.
Mew.
Well, I hope you feel better soon. We can reschedule our meeting to another day perhaps.