Thursday, July 19, 2012

Precious Family

In less than a year my mother has lost three dear siblings.
Last week was the funeral for my aunt Liv.
We met, 8 cousins and one uncle (plus in-laws, second cousins of Serina e.t.c.).
Somehow  this funeral was not only depressing, but a rare meeting of much appreciated family.
The man on the picture, my uncle Kaare soon 89 years of age, is still living in his home. He has some help of his daughter sitting next to him and nurses to see to his unhealed hip, but he's coping day by day in his own. He is also doing some gardening, he is and always was an outdoor man.
Never ever heard him complain. His wife was ill for a good many years, he never let her alone for a single day.
When he was seven years old my grandfather and my eldest uncle went to America to earn money to buy a new far to replace the nice farm he lost because of the depression.
"You have to be the man of the house now," my grandfather instructed, even though there were four elder sisters left.
My uncle took his burden on his shoulders without a word. My mother tells, he never played like his three younger siblings. He was the man.
Even reduced after years of pain and illness, he still is The Man.
I hope you can see what a great fellow he is and has been.
When my mother nursed my father and my aunt Henny nursed her husband, uncle invited them to stay with him for a fortnight several summers. The three siblings had  a wonderful time together, laughing, remembering, forgetting all their sorrows.
I just thought I'd write these words while he's still amongst us.

You Care About People
You care about people
and it shows.
You are generous with your time,
giving of your energy,
lavish with your unselfish deeds.
I will remember your kindness to me.
Thank you for brightening my world
with your thoughtfulness.
It really meant a lot.
By Joanna Fuchs

My uncle Kaare with cousin Anne Marie by his side and I on my knees before him. One of those fairytale summers on my grandparents' farm.

Sunday, July 15, 2012


These pictures were taken on a local beach, granted the people of Haugesund by the Jew Moritz Rabinowitz. He and his family were killed in Holocaust just a few years after this donation. His spirit and kindness is living on. This is my favorite beach where we went to gather strength two days before the funeral of my last aunt.
I often wonder how people take life, health, family for granted.
How they are making plans for the future, as if it is their right to have a future free from sorrow, loss and  illness.Or for that sake a future at all.

I hear them making plans; next year I'll have new teeth, take a sabbatical, celebrate our silver wedding, even plan a pregnancy 12 month ahead and start saving for college for the perfect child to come.

Life has taught me, I just have today, not even always today, but this very moment. 

For nine years we have had our bags packed, and our cellphones on our night stands for emergencies. We have often had to use them.

Even more I have learned to cherish the moment, to seize the gifts God is sending.
A day at the beach is a "dream day", with low shoulders, children's laughter, a book, flowers and red toe nails in the white, soft sand.

"Oh gift of God,
Oh perfect day,
whereon shall no man work, 
But play,
Wheron it is enough to me,
Not to be being,
But to be."
H. W. Longfellow.

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