We drove from Trondheim in the early morning. In rain and cold. I knew though, in my heart, that Tautra would be sunny. Deep in my heart, well, at least in my dreams, I knew. The sun would be shining. It couldn't be anything else.
A colleague drove. We were four in the car and so busy talking about work topic, I didn't even think of looking out the car window to check the weather.
Then we came over the last hill before Tautra. Finally I looked out and saw the island, bathed in sun. Blessings, yes, they are there as long as you use your eyes to see them. My heart beamed, and even more so when we came over to the island, stopped the car, opened the doors and were met by Tore Ljøkjel' s music.He had climed up on the old monastery ruins with his saxophone and greeted us, me, with the old celtic melody and prayer....let the road come to meet me, let the wind cherish my cheeks......
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Tomorrow (Friday) is the day of the funeral of my dear friend. Tears and blessed memories. Hand in hand.
