Today my grandfather died. Morfar. Swedish for Mothers Father. We did not have a good relationship, haven't seen him in years, but at the end of the day he was my Morfar. I have a lot of great memories of him, he was a very kind man, too kind for his own good, that I will cherish. Morfar said that he was ready and curious on what is on the other side.
Morfar, now you're there. I hope that it is just what you hoped for. If any one deserves a break, it is my Morfar.
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