There is only one thing we know with absolute certainty about life:
That one day we will die.
How or when is a mystery that most of us will only uncover in our very last breaths.
A couple of weeks ago I received the very sad message that my 92 year old grandmother was riddled with cancer. She was still 100% with it, clear as a bell and managing perfectly well on her own in an apartment in Voss.
As you may know by know my grandmother was my idol. When I was little and people asked me what I wanted to become my answer was "Just like my grandmother". She loved nature and animals, was caring and loving in her own ways. Still very "old school" in all her years as a "budeie" I never once saw her in trousers, she was always in skirts, even on her cross country ski's.
She was up until the day she died in total control. She refused any sort of cancer treatment saying she had 92 very happy years on this earth and that she was now ready to leave, thank you very much!
Luckily her pain was minimal throughout her last weeks.
My mother was with her on her last day here on earth and she said it was really touching and moving to be able to sit with her. By this stage they had talked about everything from how my grandmother wanted the funeral to all the other important stuff she wanted my mother to know.
To sit on the other side of the earth and hearing about all this has been beyond painful.
I tried to get a flight home but due to July/August both being so busy months here the first flight I was able to get onto was a business class in the beginning of August. Way out of my pocket.
So instead I got to talk to her on the mobile phone, which was hard enough as I really have a problem with phones and how do you say goodbye to someone you know you will never see again that has meant so much to you over the phone?
One of the hardest conversations I have ever had.
May you rest in peace my beloved grandmother!