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dragonlady7I had a terrible dream early this morning that I was at work and they'd changed the cash register around and i couldn't figure out how to ring anything up, and it was busy and I was by myself and I simply couldn't handle it, and I completely lost it and broke down sobbing.
That was just great.
I thought: Maybe I should call in this weekend. Maybe I should go home to Melrose and spend the weekend with mom and dad, and Ann and her boyfriend Vijay-who-I've-never-met (he spent last summer in Antarctica studying penguins), and cousin Jessie and cousin Maureen and her fiancee Tim. And we could all be together and all call Norway together.
So I called Mom to see what she thought. She said don't be silly, go to work. So that was the end of that thought.
I guess it was just a bad dream, and it's not like it's an omen, and she's right-- what would I do? So, off to work I go.
I did offer her one constructive thing, which was that she should check her email. Because Aleksander sent an email to "our dear cousins" last night, and addressed it to all of us, but I noticed that I was the only one of my sisters whose email address appeared in the headers, so I forwarded it all around, including to Mom and Dad.
Andreas, Markus and I are very sorry to tell you that our father – your
Uncle Kjell – died at home on Wednesday the 22 of March. Markus was the
one to find him, but at that point he had already been gone for several
hours and there was nothing anyone could do. The three of us and Mom,
and also Dad’s two brothers are now all in Bergen.
We are trying now to somehow deal with what has happened, but this is
incredibly hard for us, and is going to take a long time.
So that's still all I know. I spent two hours yesterday afternoon trying to think of what to write them in a card, and mailed it on my way to pick Z up from work, but it takes a long time for mail to cross the Atlantic.
That was just great.
I thought: Maybe I should call in this weekend. Maybe I should go home to Melrose and spend the weekend with mom and dad, and Ann and her boyfriend Vijay-who-I've-never-met (he spent last summer in Antarctica studying penguins), and cousin Jessie and cousin Maureen and her fiancee Tim. And we could all be together and all call Norway together.
So I called Mom to see what she thought. She said don't be silly, go to work. So that was the end of that thought.
I guess it was just a bad dream, and it's not like it's an omen, and she's right-- what would I do? So, off to work I go.
I did offer her one constructive thing, which was that she should check her email. Because Aleksander sent an email to "our dear cousins" last night, and addressed it to all of us, but I noticed that I was the only one of my sisters whose email address appeared in the headers, so I forwarded it all around, including to Mom and Dad.
Andreas, Markus and I are very sorry to tell you that our father – your
Uncle Kjell – died at home on Wednesday the 22 of March. Markus was the
one to find him, but at that point he had already been gone for several
hours and there was nothing anyone could do. The three of us and Mom,
and also Dad’s two brothers are now all in Bergen.
We are trying now to somehow deal with what has happened, but this is
incredibly hard for us, and is going to take a long time.
So that's still all I know. I spent two hours yesterday afternoon trying to think of what to write them in a card, and mailed it on my way to pick Z up from work, but it takes a long time for mail to cross the Atlantic.
