Author Archives: janishaag

Us. Because life is good… especially at the seashore where we celebrated (quite belatedly) Dick’s 76th birthday, which was in February. After I had to return to Sacramento Feb. 1, Dick celebrated (gently, quietly) as he recovered in a rented … Continue reading →

This is what I wrote for the final print edition of my students’ newspaper, which landed on newsstands May 9 at Sacramento City College. So proud of the editors and staffers who worked very hard to make the final 24 … Continue reading →

That’s the great headline on this UC Davis Health story about one of Dick’s saviors, Claudio Alvarado, who sank to his knees beside me on mine seconds after Dick’s collapse in Honolulu Jan. 15. Claudio—as you may remember if you’ve … Continue reading →

Before my brain could begin to process it—you, falling to the airport floor, pulse fluttering in your neck until someone rolled you onto your back, and the fluttering stopped— Loss opened the shuttered door in my heart, walked through again, … Continue reading →

After retrieving my nametag from the tall usher in the foyer, I quietly opened the door and snuck into the Methodist Church called Faith that Dick and his family have considered theirs for decades. The pre-service Easter music wafted up … Continue reading →

We think that Mark, who drew this card that Dick received this week, has a future as a cartoonist. A packet of 20 handwritten, hand-drawn thank you notes from Oahu arrived at Dick’s, Cora’s and Connie’s houses, each unique card … Continue reading →

When the four of us met in person for the first time just inside the restaurant door last night, we hugged as if we’d known each other forever. Bystanders might have thought we were family—the older, gray-haired couple meeting the … Continue reading →

(with thanks to Claudio and Salesi) You will be reborn. Literally. In line, about to board a plane, you will die in an airport. You will feel very dizzy and then feel nothing as you pitch forward into oblivion. Your … Continue reading →

So many of us feel this way, slogging off to work every day, dragging ourselves back home, living for the weekends. “Back on the old treadmill,” some of us say. Well, today, Dick got back on the old treadmill—literally—and in … Continue reading →