Sun rinse an early September morning over our house.

Phew... what a few weeks we've had.

Fortunately, Lars has been stable. It's been a long time since I've been able to say that.
Finally some days when we should be able to relax... and then unfortunately I got sick.
A trip to the hospital for one day, and a week later a trip to our doctor who gave me a large dose of morphine - which I don't tolerate very well, but felt I had to take. It was that or be hospitalized again.
Lars has taken it incredibly well. I can usually see him reacting with uneasiness. But not this time. Now, after a week, I'm feeling much better.

Unfortunately, my Uncle Ib died last week. My thoughts go out to my cousins. Even though uncle Ib was advanced in years, there is always a loss.

I have two favorite memories of Uncle Ib.
In 1979, I came home to Uncle Ib and Aunt Edith one day. I didn't feel so good. He said: there is something for you out in the kitchens! It was a cream cake!!! I quickly found the toilet! Where were much laugher... I had just had a trip on the Kalundborg/Århus ferry... I am not strong at sea, unlike many of the men in the family who have been sailors - for generations. The first sailor I know of, was born in Harboøre in 1710. Right there and now, I learned the term: seasick on land!

My 2nd memory was at my mothers 50th birthday. Then Uncle Ib played the accordion, Uncle Børge played the saw and I sang. Uncle Ib and Uncle Børge almost always played music "in the old days" when the family was together.

What has meant the most to Lars is that he visited his sister Inger and brother-in-law Åge for a weekend. The home care was worried about whether it would work... but Inger stood firm - of course it would work! What was the worst that could happen? And she was right. He was surrounded by love in abundance. When Lars got home, he talked over and over about how nice it had been.

Memories are precious! We must collect as many as we can, while we can.

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Puha... sikke et par uger vi har haft.
Heldigvis har Lars været stabil. Det er længe siden, jeg har kunnet sige det. Endelig et par dage hvor vi skulle kunne slappe af... og så blev jeg desværre syg. En tur på hospitalet med overnatning, og en uge efter en tur til vores læge, som gav mig en stor dosis morfin - som jeg ikke tåler særlig godt, men valget var det - eller at blive indlagt igen.
Lars har taget det utroligt godt. Jeg kan normalt se ham reagerer med uro. Men ikke denne gang. Endelig efter en uge er jeg ved godt mod igen.

Desværre døde min onkel Ib i sidste uge. Mine tanker går til min kusine og mine fætre. Selvom onkel Ib var avanceret i år, er der altid et tab

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Mit yndlingsminde om onkel Ib er, da jeg en dag kom hjem til onkel Ib og moster Edith. Jeg havde det ikke så godt. Han sagde: der er noget til dig ude i køkkenet! Jeg gik derud, og der var en flødekage!!! Jeg fandt hurtigt toilettet! Åh de havde det sjovt! Jeg havde lige været en tur med Kalumborg/Århus færgen... og jeg er ikke stærk til søs, i modsætning til mange andre mænd i familien. De første sømand jeg har fundet blev født i 1710 i Harboøre. Lige der, lærte jeg udtrykket: Søsyg på land.

Det andet minde er ved min mors 50 års fødselsdag. Her spillede onkel Ib harmonika, onkel Børge spillede på saven og jeg sang. Onkel Ib og onkel Børge spillede næsten altid musik "i gamle dage", når familien var sammen.

Det som har betydet mest for Lars, er at han besøgte hans søster Inger og svoger Åge i en weekend. Hjemmeplejen var bekymret for om det kunne gå... men Inger stod fast - selvfølgelig! Hvad var det væreste der kunne ske? Og hun havde ret. Han var omgivet af kærlighed i overflod. Da Lars kom hjem, snakkede han igen og igen om hvor dejlig det havde været.

Minder er værdifulde! Vi skal samle så mange vi kan, så længe vi kan.