A new time era begins. There are now several months ago since my dear mother passed away. My auntie has been in Sweden after the funeral til now. She leaves tomorrow for her American family. We have watched old photos to remember, and what I mostly remember is that my mother was “consistently there”. Always close to her family. It has taken time for myself to understand this last decade, that I actually have written this book for my mother. And that running has been a way to take care of myself. Because now, every time I run, I always remember my mother.
We also got my little sweetie, and she has been very supportive. My father has seen that she is a little sad, so probably this spring she will have a fellow dog. I have started to search for a new dog and they are so cute. Currently, the Cocker Spaniel is popular. The brown-golden is so sweet. We already have a name: Morris. But plans may change. To have dreams is the best.
When we watched old photos I found this picture of myself when I had turned 22 years old. My mother has had her origin from the north of Sweden, whereas my father is from south of Sweden. I have had one foot in north and the other foot in the south during childhood. It has sometimes been difficult to know where I belong, but I have felt north Swedish, and still do. Relieved by my brown eyes. So, this evening I share something very personal: a photo in the mountains in north of Sweden.