So my grandmother’s little brother past away a while back, a few days short of his 93(!) birthday, today it was time for his funeral. I can’t say I knew him, I still wanted to join my grandmother though if nothing else I could take the chance to meet the family.
The funeral took place on one of all the beautiful islands outside of Göteborg, in the beautiful Torps church.
After the service I had the opportunity to sit down with my dad’s cousins and their children to hear their memories of their grandfather.
It’s nice to forget about the outside world for a bit, eat good food and home-baked cake while listening to people reminiscent about the good old times.
Now, sitting in the car towards Göteborg, I feel quite relaxed and ready to meet the world. I also might have gone a bit nuts with the camera.