Efter begravningen var vi bjudna hem till hans fru och där bjöds det på underbart saftig smörgåstårta och delikat marängtårta. Nu kunde man känna en viss glädje över att få träffas och få dela härliga minnen. Det är bara synd att det krävs en begravning för att man skall träffas.
The rose
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need.I say love it is a flower and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who never seem to give, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
Mina tankar går till min faster, kusiner och deras barn.
When the night has been to lonely and the road has been to long and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.
Vila i frid kära farbror.