Monthly Archives: April 2019

In the memory of my mother Elsa

I wish this day would have been 48 hours. Time has disappeared, and so has my mother. Passed from time. A day totally devoted to my mother. Writing has become a part of my life. I thought I should not write at first, but then, it is good to share my thoughts, and also to share the memory of my mother. My sweetie could not attend the funeral, but early this morning we found some thimbleweed and we made my mother a bouquet of flowers. We said goodbye to my mother before the funeral when the car came to our house. My mother has always had dogs so it was a beautiful moment when we put the flowers on her coffin. And very sad.

My father sang “Panis Angelicus” for my mother. I wish to thank everybody who attended the funeral today, and I hope that we can keep a good memory of my mother. I miss her dearly. It will be empty.

Week of sorrow

I am not doing much since my thoughts are with my mother. Mostly I remember her cooking and bakery. I try to remember good things, and I need these days to continue life. It is important to slow down for a moment and reflect. In a few days I will go to the countryside for my mothers funeral. I suppose spring has already arrived, so I share this photo from the past with wood anemones. From the buttercup family – Ranunculaceae.

Easter, travel & dachshund

Pascha. Words are fascinating. To find the origins of words. My life is currently a little calmer due to the mourning of my mother. Therefore, I don’t spend much time thinking of my writing. It is easter time now and it has been a rather calm day. I am working this weekend, so this evening I am resting at home, and thinking a little of the past. I have followed the news in Paris, and I found the photo below when browsing my old photos. I thought of a previous journey I made, to Cuba. My Spanish was/is lousy, but I met a lot of people that I talked to. I remember I had to wait for a bus during a whole day in a little village in the countryside. I didn’t have much to do so I strolled around, and by coincidence I found a family who had a coffee shop. It was time for a stop so I stayed there and had an espresso. After about 15 minutes, they showed me a little puppy. The puppy ran a lot and they chased it. It got tired, and the woman in the family lifted the puppy and asked me to hold it. It was so tiny and cute. We could not talk, but I saw that they smiled, so I smiled as well.

When I returned to Sweden, my family found “Lady” (jack russell terrier) to my mother. Maybe it is not that scientific, but it has been shown that dogs help to hamper the development of memory diseases. She has helped a lot, a lot, and she really is a family member. With a great personality. My father is very sad, and I will see if I will by him a dachshund puppy. His father had a dachshund. It is getting warmer, and spring has arrived, I share this photo with you from my private photo album. A taste of spring.

La cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris – le désastre

Yesterday, I learnt that there is a major fire in Notre-Dame. It was undergoing a massive renovation. Since I have lived in France, and visited Paris several times, I pay a lot of attention to what happens in France. I follow Le Figaro, and I can see that Le President Emmanuel Macron is very busy. He says that they will rebuild Notre-Dame within five years. Centuries of history is destroyed. Construction of Notre Dame began in 1163 during the reign of King Louis VII and was completed in 1345. It is a symbol for Christianity. Maybe Macron says “C’est une crise”. However, I am sure they will make a beautiful reconstruction. France has suffered several wars, and also a revolution, but it has always been rebuilt. It is almost a tradition among French presidents to build something so they will be remembered. Perhaps, Emmanuel Macron can make a contribution to something beautiful to future generations. I hope so.

Last time I was in Paris was in 2016. I remember that the weather and temperature was perfect, and that I walked a lot. I found this photo from that weekend. Always a lot of tourists visiting. Beautiful Paris.

A tough week

It takes time to understand that my mother no longer is present. My book that I have written has helped me to be prepared to life happenings like this. What occurs after death. There are so many theories and believes. Some people believe that when a person dies, life is over for good. There is nothing. But what cannot be erased are the memories after a person has passed away. In this case, a kind of a contradiction. I often feel like doing things when something is emotional. If you feel the same, you can make a donation to Alzheimer Sverige since my mother suffered from a memory disease (PlusGiro 13 74 80-0).

This Friday evening I went to church. It was a week ago since my mother died and it was a beautiful, peaceful Friday evening. That evening in church was devoted to the memory of Avicii. I devoted that Friday to the memory of my mother. She liked music and her favourite musician was Jerry Williams. Music helps me a lot and has always been a great part of my life. It makes me happy. This evening I also prepared myself to go to my mothers funeral. I don’t know what is best. In some countries the dead person is buried within 24 hours, in other countries within a week, and here in Sweden it often takes a month.

After listening and watching some music made by Avicii, I interpret him as a very skilled musician. I like his music and I think he must have been a very sensitive and caring person. Sing-along seems to be popular even in church, so the evening ended by everybody singing “Hey brother”. I share this song with you.