You were a friend, you were hilarious without knowing it, you were kind and a real badass grandma. My favorite moments were when we baked the worlds best cinnamon buns, and all those years we went to that special place with all the beautiful Lily of the Valley, and when you taught me how to knit and every time I tried it ended up looking like crap, and when the two of us had “fika” in your backyard and just talked about random shit for hours. I love how excited you were about your greenhouse, how into sports you were, I love that you sent me hand written letters even though you knew how to write emails and I love that you were this cool person that I gladly introduced friends to. You’ve given me lots of good advice and supported me in decisions over the years and I am forever thankful. I’ve tried to be there for you too, but I’m not sure I’ve done just as great job as you did for me.
I’m very happy you got to meet my husband and that you got to see videos of Thor. I’m happy that I was there to take you to the beach one last time two years ago. I’m happy that I got to see you in April when I was in Sweden. I somehow felt that it was the last time I was going to see you. And you were hilarious as always.
I can always wish to spend time with you one more time or to hold your hand once more or to listen to one more of your funny stories, but even if I would have got one more moment with you, I would still just wish for one more. When it’s time it’s time and we have to accept that the last time was the last one. But I miss you a lot, and I wish for one more time.
I was told that you died in your sleep without pain. You’ve had a tough year and you are probably having a great time now, wherever you are. I love you, you know that, and you will forever be in my heart. May you rest in peace. I’m sure we’ll meet again one day ♥
I look absolutely insane here, but this picture captions
the goofy relationship we had, so I will post it anyway