Rainy weekend

 

 

 

Summary about my week:
Monday I went to the funeral agency with Margareta and two of her sons. We had to go through some practical details. It felt very unreal, like I was in a movie or something. Later I took the train to Oslo where I stayed the night with Terje and Anne Marit.
Tuesday I met Tommy and his friend for lunch before we took the same flight north. When I arrived I realised that my baggage was not coming. It appeared to still be in Oslo and I managed to put my keys inside there...Tommy and I had pizza while waiting for a call about my backpack. It wasn't going to arrive until tomorrow so I called my good friend Gyda. We had some hot chocolate and watched a movie then went to bed pretty late actually.
Wednesday we had breakfast and went to work. Just before work was finished I got my bag and got a ride home with Wenche, who also had taken care of my bike which I left at the hospital same day I left. So I got my bag and my bike and was back in Lofoten, and finally inside my home. Then the storm came.
Thursday I went climbing with Tommy after work, then Kjartan called about the funeral...
Friday I left work two hours earlier. Kjartan picked me up and we went to the church. It was another young person, a son to a very good friend of us. It was very beautiful and very emotional, I felt like I was crying rivers but I guess it was all too much at once with my dad and everything.
Saturday we had a fire just to get out even though the weather was really bad.
Sunday I was just home and it was ok since the weather was bad and I think I needed to do nothing.