A pity with such a beautiful day!

Rule: A beautiful day makes you forget everything else
Exception: When you dig a bit deeper it actually makes you think about eternity

Ther is such a beautiful poem in Swedish about how the other side does not have anything to boast about, neither a little grey bird singing, nor a birch in white bloom. And yet, during the most beautiful summer day that you can imagine, it can happen that we long to pass over to the other side.

Understand me correctly, I am not suicidal. But I am aware of the other side, extra aware because my father passed that border in April. And today, with the birds singing, the flowers blooming, the trees all green and gently moving, the lake like a mirror - part of my thoughts are there.

Death and how we deal with it

Rule: Death is something we avoid
Exception: In Ireland they knew how to share your sorrows

In Sweden people tend to avoid you when someone in your family dies. Or they first show care but soon they think that you should be over it, start acting normal or so. Definitely not talk about it.

But in Ireland, where everyone went to funerals all the time, where it was part of life, people knew it could take time.

Mourning takes time. And every death is unique.