I arrived back in Sweden last Saturday. The jetlag wasn't too bad, I was back on track in two days. Went back to work on Wednesday, where several people told me I looked really calm. One colleague wanted to rub up against me twice a day to absorb some of it. Sort of like rubbing the belly of a Buddha for luck.
My hope is that this zen-like trance will last at least a week. On Wednesday it felt like I was a spectator, watching from outside as others ran around like headless chickens in the office. A smile on my face all day long.
Something which didn't put a smile on my face was my grandfather passing away on October 1st. Olov Larsson, the rock of my family, was finally eroded by the river of life to a point where he fell apart. Everything points to him going quietly, just going to sleep, which is a relief. He was 98 years old, had spent the last few months in a care facility and refused to eat for the past few weeks, so no one is surprised he passed. Still, I'll probably cry like a baby at the funeral. 'tis what I do. I'm thinking about buying a pipe to leave instead of flowers. I think he would have liked that.
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So sorry to read about your grandfather. Glad he passed quietly, though. I still expect my grandfather to show up at family gatherings, and to see him walking around his neighbourhood when I visit.
Sorry to hear about your grandpa. The pipe sounds like a very nice idea.
Something to lighten the day;
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzXJuNyMIKE/SkgphoYvvLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tMjafetsPIk/s1600-h/BL_HORIZONTAL_beardly1_paths_sm.jpg
/Emelie
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