It’s been five months since we visited my grandma. I am just waiting for spring to come to get her some tulips and lilac – her favorite flowers. I think Dzintra (that’s her name) doesn’t mind that we haven’t been around for a while. On some colder nights, when I miss her more, I just put on her blouse and go to sleep. Sometimes I open her “jewellery” box – where I find her telephone book, a card with a prayer, her glasses, lipstick and Anais Anais perfume. She passed away almost 15 years ago, and since then I am a frequent guest in cemetery, though I can’t say I was not before. Continue reading →