About death
I’m on a train again. This time I’m going home from Hudiksvall after a
grueling weekend.

I went from Malmö on Thursday morning and worked the entire day on
trains. I arrived in Ljusdal after close to nine hours. I checked in
at the only hotel in town again and, after a quick meal and glass of
wine, went over to a very sad dad with a bottle of Macallan. We didn’t
empty it but we sure tried. I got back to the hotel pretty late.
Wasn’t able to sleep much.

The day after it was my dad’s wife’s funeral. Met up at dad’s … ⌘ Read more