About death

I'm on a train again. This time I'm going home from Hudiksvall after a grueling weekend.

I went from Malmö on Thursday morning and worked the entire day on trains. I arrived in Ljusdal after close to nine hours. I checked in at the only hotel in town again and, after a quick meal and glass of wine, went over to a very sad dad with a bottle of Macallan. We didn't empty it but we sure tried. I got back to the hotel pretty late. Wasn't able to sleep much.

The day after it was my dad's wife's funeral. Met up at dad's and some relatives gave us a lift to the chapel. Not many people turned up. It's complicated.

I sang along with the hymns but I couldn't make myself say the Lord's prayer or any amens. The very cool organist (Tattoos everywhere! Was that a tattooed futhark on her fingers?) played a nice Amazing grace as the last song. I liked that.

Afterwards almost everyone tagged along for a meal and something to drink. Not the priest nor the organist, sadly. Would have loved to talk to them.

I had already bought a salad for me but was pleasantly surprised that the wine was clearly labeled vegan. Thanks, Kenneth! Talked with some very nice people for a while and then dad and I got a ride home. We had a stiff whisky and opened a bottle of wine I had brought. We talked through the night, which I think maybe gave some comfort.

The day after I left for Hudiksvall to meet mom. We had some lunch and she said something "You look tired. Why don't you take a nap?". And I just crashed. I slept for hours. Then I spent a nice evening with mom and her husband.

Today I'm going home again. The weekend may have been tough but it was tougher for dad.

Remember, friends:

Deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjalfr it sama,
ek veit einn,
at aldrei deyr:
dómr um dauðan hvern.

Cattle dies,
kin dies,
you will also die.
I know one
that never dies:
judgement over the dead.