tiistai 25. lokakuuta 2011


On the day that my granny got ill the weather was sad, some how distant, there was fog in the sea.

The day my granny passed away was warm, nearly summery. There was sun and rain, wind and no wind at all. I was wearing my granny's stockings, the ones she wanted to throw away and her dress that she gave me just before I left overseas. And my father's cardigan, the one that granny knitted him in 1978.

Today I miss home.

I called my grandfather and asked how he's managing. "Well, otherwise fine but I never got around to learn how to do my laundry."

2 kommenttia:

Sennie kirjoitti...

Otan osaa suruusi. Muistan sinua ja perhettäsi rukouksin.

neitinomad kirjoitti...

Kiitos Sennie <3