Yesterday it was two years since we had the burial ceremony for my son. My sons piano teacher Christer, who is also a church musician, posted a video of my son Edvin when plays Claire de lune by Claude Debussy at age 15. So many times I’ve heard him practice this on the piano but he never allowed me to record it. Even if it was hard to see his fingers move across the keys these gems he left for us in his music somehow makes it easier to cope.
Today it’s two years since I lost my son so to honor him I’d like to share some of his music. He wrote and recorded this piano piece, Calmness, just two months before he passed.
The pain and sense of loss never goes away, it just becomes a part of you. Ha de Gött!
We had a nice chat but not all were interested. They ware more interested to see if I had any goodies in my backpack or if my clothes was edible.
Say what you mean and mean what you say, ha de Gött!
If it wasn’t for those flies the cows grazing in the summer green pastures must have a perfect life.
Keep calm and chew, ha de Gött!
Sun kissed red granite rock, smooth and warm in the early summer evening.
Waves softly splashing their eternal soft lullaby, only broken by a jealous seagull scream.
Wind hushes your turmoil of thoughts to gentle stillness like a mothers soft humming.
Yes, it’s true, best things in life are free. Ha de Gött!
Red granit rock gorge in Tjurpannan natural preserve. So very often climbing that hill or rock is worth it. I was already breath taken from the climb so I almost passed out seeing this.
Take time to just feel, ha de Gött!
It’s that time of year when most birds push their little chicks out from the nest. It’s a bit harsh. Fly or die! But it’s the rule of nature.
This is a Great tit. (For a brief moment I contemplated to use as headline for this post, could make traffic boom). He or she survived the first flight with a quick stopover on my shoulder.
Spread the wings of freedom, ha de gött!
Agitated voices, through the shut door
breaking glass, screaming and shouting
the ever cramping lump, in the stomach
pressing the pillow, hard over the ears
rejected and alone, holding a brothers hand
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mothers warm embrace, saying it’s okay
caresses with hand over forehead
smelling of fresh baked, cinnamon buns
warm smile, under horn-rimmed glasses
humming a soft toned, lullaby
Today is Mothers Day in Sweden. This is to all mothers struggling to be there for her children. Ha de Gött!
Early spring flower ‘Vitsippa’ (Anemone nemorosa) or Wood Anemone can make the ground white like snow in the forest. Like a bride in white it stands there seeking the sun before the foliage cover it in shadow.
Be like a flower, bloom, ha de Gött!
After a dry winter and spring the small river is running very dry. Still some water to reflect in.
Water is life, be careful with it, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 