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  • Her passing

    Today marks a week of sorrow & togetherness. We celebrated her life in 3 ways. With her funeral, a bonfire & cake in her house. Farmor had made an impact on all of us. She touched our life in many different ways.

    The funeral was the saddest & most stressful. I was nominated by my cousin’s to read at her funeral. A great honor. It was hard to read & I cried for most of it. She became an icon in my life. Someone I will never forget, she’s irreplaceable in so many ways.

    I feel touched that I mattered soo much to her in so many ways. She could make anything. Usually from scratch & the recipe in her head, she wouldn’t even measure her ingredients when she baked. She would do it by feel & look when she cooked.

    Her handwriting was beautiful & her stories she would tell you where adorable.

    Rest in peace Farmor, love you.

  • Eurovision is back

    After a strange year without it, it returned this past weekend. With a 3.48 minute broadcast from Rotterdam. There was very poor acts & some very good one’s. Depending on your taste.

    I was excited it was back as it signals a return to normalcy. The music was fun & boring. Some acts had practiced others not & it showed on their performance.

    I was very tired but happy that the show is back. It shows how we’re slowly returning to a new normal. Yipeee for us.

    Till next time.

  • It’s okay Not to be okay

    I am sad as my Farmor passed this week, she was 102 & the matriarch of my family. She taught me how to fish for trout in the mountains north of her house. How to hike in the mountains, what to look for & how to figure out where you are.

    Hence, I am okay not being okay because I am grieving, even though I knew it was coming. I am sad but relived she’s with all her friends & her husband wherever you go when you pass.

    She was a strong & stubborn woman that would not let you even do dishes in her house. When we got married 10 years ago she asked all her friends to make us cakes. Something that I’ll never forget. The table was full of cakes in all shapes & colors.

    I wanted to get married in a bunad & she found someone that let me borrow it for the ceremony. I still have pictures of me with it on, on the steps of her house. A memory I am grateful for, when she baked in her little galley kitchen no one was allowed in.

    As a child I remember the smell of cakes wafting through her house. The cupboard always fully stocked with soda for us kids. It’s memory I will hold dear to my heart. Or when she cured trout in her bathroom & we couldn’t shower for 24 hours.

    Those where the days, I ate soo much chocolate & cakes my teeth would hurt. Or when I visited from the US & went to visit at Christmas & she made me shrimp sandwiches for breakfast after I had gone out dancing until the early AM.

    Her famous bread she could slice with precision. Soo many good memories to hold to my heart. I am grateful I got to spend time with her the last few years. Rest in peace Farmor. Love you always.

    Till next time.