Let's see.... not long after I posted the previous post ( in early June 2015), I flew back home to be with my Dad for one day, before he died (16 June 2015). It's been over 2 years, and I'm still not sure I'm ready to go back into it, and talk about it. Suffice it to say that I miss him, and I miss speaking Polish with him. And since I lost my old smartphone in the Pacific, I no longer have the voicemail recordings of him speaking Polish to me. I regret that more than words can say.
More later. For now, I am teaching, and although I only have a few students, and it is much harder than I thought it would be, I really do love it.
Until then, be strong, be safe, and pax/love and **hugs** to all.