24/04/2026
I've never found the birthdays of the loved ones I've lost in my life more difficult than any other day. The missing is the same.
But my grandma and my dad were born on the 23rd and 24th of April and every year around this time, memories of my time with them become more vivid and an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having known them and been loved by them fills me.
My dear dad was just about to enjoy the fruits of his labour and had retired his surgical knife when he himself became a patient of an incurable disease that he died from 2 weeks before I became a mum for the 2nd time.
A scenario that feels impossible. And was hard, felt unfair, and surreal all at the same time. But somehow, alongside all the grief, he managed to give me permission to tend to the little life I was growing and this little girl lying in the hammock in Sweden, next to him - only 8 months prior.
I'm so moved by the grace he showed and the way that my mum was able to hold up the sky even when it felt like our world was falling apart. I felt parented and protected at such a crucial time..
Today I'm taking a moment to feel grateful for him, for life and all the beautiful things and people in it 💙