Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My grandfather died yesterday. Erik Gunnar Robert Wilhelm Ander, at the age of 84. It was a long day and a long fight for Farfar, but at seven fiftyfive last night it was all over. I have never seen death this close before, but as far as I know, it was a good one. There was singing. And tears, lots of tears. And hugging and holding and kissing. There was laughing. And a whole lot of memories. There was bonding. We were a family yesterday in the truest meaning of the word. Grandma, my father, aunts and uncles, darling cousins. We were all there for his last fight and we sang him right through it. Hejdå Farfar, you very handsome fella. I know we'll meet again, just as you said.