#morfar

Prince Oscar since his last birthday

Mit mest gennemgående minde om min morfar er at snakke i telefon med ham. Jeg kan huske hvordan jeg plejede at elske at ringe hjem til mormor og morfar, fordi når min morfar tog telefonen så ville han hilse i den mest monotone stemme. Men så snart jeg sagde Hej og præsenterede mig, så ville hans stemme gå 2 oktaver op automatisk fra da af.

I miss you morfar.

I am so tired, I am so hurt, I hope you rest with ease And watch over me.

You protected me. You loved me. I did not deserve you.

Out of all my grandparents - and parents too actually - he was the adult who entertained me most as a kid, played cards with me, got me interested in learning to play an instrument, drew pictures to go with my little stories. My mother says that was true of him as a father as well, he was the one of her parents to play with her.

He and my mormor would bicker a lot, but if anyone spoke out of turn to her, he would defend her fiercly. My sister and I were their only grandkids and they spoiled us, with both material things and their time. I wish my teenage self had been more appriciative of them, now that they've both been gone for decades.