The day was filled with people. Some family. Some friends. Most unknown.
In church. At the memorial. At my friend´s birthday party.
I came home late and could not sleep. And it felt like a blessing. I was filled with impressions, with people, with sorrow, with joy, but most of all with thankfulness.
While I laid there, my eyes closed, waiting for sleep to come, face after face, voice after voice, words after words passed by. A deep sadness that I did not know my cousin better, death always creates this feeling in us. A deep thankfulness because of all the people I had met through the day. Cousins which I had not met in years, aunts, uncles, family, friends. Friends of friends.
At the birthday party I met a woman who knew my grandma Ragna Josefine, grandma used to be her needlework teache. She had such lovely tales to tell. People tell me I look very much alike Ragna Josefine. I can see that for myself, and sometimes I feel grandma inside me.
Finally I fell a sleep with a feeling of contentment.
The people we meet.
The blessings they give.
The circle of life.