...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.
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