Peter Kazak

I grew up with stories about Petras and Aldona from my grandmother when she was talking about her brother in the USA. Although I met Peter only once in my life, I have always remembered this tall, smiley, friendly American-Lithuanian relative who I was fortunate to visit in Sacramento. I remember the warmth and generosity of him and his family and the attention that they gave me. I still remember , like it was yesterday, my first skiing experience, in Nevada, with Peter, Kim and Daniel which I really enjoyed. How lucky I was to meet Peter and his family. Rest in peace, Peter.