memories, nostalgia

Vila I Frid, Mormor

A few years ago, I wrote about my grandpa, or Morfar, becoming ill and then some months later, passing away. This time, I write about his widow, my Mormor, passing away. This time it was more unexpected. She was not particularly ill, no more than general normal issues that come with age. I did not… Continue reading Vila I Frid, Mormor

memoir, memories, mother, Uncategorized

I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!

I packed the kids up into the car and set out to the East coast in a hurry. I had received a call from my mother telling me that my grandfather was dying imminently. As I neared the 16 hour mark of driving (having stopped only briefly every three hours or so for gas and… Continue reading I’ll give you the fucking 83 cents!