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Today we had the funeral for Olle and it was wonderful. How can I say that? First of all we had a wonderful priest, Eva, who made the whole ceremony easier for all of us remembering us that our lives is a travel, and Olle loved to travel, and also that he now is free from his pain and in peace with a higher power.

Also the songs we had choosen were perfect but oh so sad. I don't know but sometimes the texts in the songs or psalms means so much more than the words. The goodbye at the coffin was, of course, tearful but also very sad. My Mom was in her wheelchair and wanted to stand up which we helped her do but then she never wanted to sit down and go away. We are not sure how much she knew of what was happening. As you know she has Alzheimers and today was very bad.

This was mostly due to the "färdtjänst" that despite we had ordered well in time came 45 minutes late and she almost missed the funeral of her husband since 52 years. Shame on the "färdtjänst" and I will certainly let them know what happened.

Afterwards we had a reception for the ones that had registered that they would attend. We were 35 that sat down and ate a sandwichcake and princesscake with beer (to the first one) and coffee to the second. After a lot of talk and also a blessing by Eva, the priest, we parted.

One of Olle's last wishes were that we the closest family should go to Slagsta motel, which have been their favourite restaurant for years, and eat and drink a last meal with him. So we did. We ate excellent food and my Mom and I even took a glass of wine.

I think Dad looked down at us and smiled and said: You should have taken dessert too.
But we couldn't, we were so full.

Thank you for dinner and thank you for your life.

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  1. Kteach29 maj 2009 kl. 06:19

    He must have been a very nice man.
    I am glad the funeral service was all you wanted and a good tribute to your father.
    What's the little dog?
    Love
    Jo

    SvaraRadera
  2. emtes29 maj 2009 kl. 11:59

    Mom and Olle had a lot of boxers and that was his favourite dog and this little dog he had always by his side so of course he should have it on his coffin too.

    SvaraRadera

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