Life and the end of it

Tuesday night my father passed away. That’s it. He was rushed in by ambulance one week prior, with a heart racing and a hard time breathing. The diagnosis: congestive heart failure and fluids in his lunges. Me and F visited him straight way and other than being tired he was him self. Made jokes with…

Found it

Yes, I have found it. The only common denominator between my husband and my father and it makes me go: Is their inability to decide. It kills me. From within. My father, if he knew English and read my blog would of course disagree. I must give him a A+ for communicating in change. But really, I…

It ain’t that easy

Just looked through a marvelous photography project of Johan Bävman called Swedish dads. While reading the different stories it becomes clear for me that sharing the very generous parental leave system should be a non-question in a country like Sweden. Like one of the interviewed, Loui Kuhlau, father said:  “I have a hard time understanding why…