I miss you.

It's been nine months since you left this life. Not even a year and it feels like an eternity at the same times as it feels like yesterday I last sat in your kitchen. I was just a week or two before I moved to Copenhagen. Your were so happy for me even though I could see that you would miss me. You asked me to call you and tell you everything about my adventures here. And oh how I wished I'd had that chance! I miss talking to you so much! I miss telling you about all crazy things in my life, big or small, and hearing about your things, big or small. I miss just hanging out, listening to music or just having a cup of tea and talking. I hate that you never got to know how happy I am here, how many new friends I've made and all the things I've experienced since I came here. I hate that I never got the chance to show you anything from my new life. I still think that I should give you a call and tell you about this or that. I still think that I have to come by for a visit next time I'm in Stockholm. And then I remember. You're not there any more. You're not in my life any more, not in this world. And I know it is better for you. Your body gave up, there was nothing left in there to keep going. It was your time. But I don't care. I miss you. And I wish most of all that you are good and secondly that you know that I am good too. I love you mormor, and I always will.