Remembering the dead

Yesterday was the day here in Sweden when we remembered our dead at All Saints Day.

For me it was my mother Gunvor, my father Bertil and my uncle Åke and all the others through history.

They all rest here in at this cemetery at Östuna kyrka, and my parents in this chapel here.

Here in a photo of the church, Östuna from the 1400, but like it it today it is from 1700.

And here is a photo from the inside of the church. The crucifix is from 1200.

Remembering the dead

Yesterday it was the day to remember the dead, All Saints' day, here in Sweden. Everybody that has a dead family member, or friend, lights a candle at their graves.

I of course I went to the church cemetary and the family crypt where my parents are buried, my mother Gunvor the artist, and my father Bertil. And then the grave of my uncle Åke, the famous historian.

Here you can see the lights outside the family crypt, build 1770.

The church I am talking about is Östuna kyrka, close to Uppsala, it was built in the late 1400.

For all of you that lost a loved one!

Today I will also sent a memory to all of you that have lost a loved one, whereever you are and who ever you lost.

This is for you! Thinking especially of all the victims in Oslo and Uyøya. And I will always remember my mother Gunvor, father Bertil and uncle Åke that have passed avay some years ago.
An earlier blog entry with my mothers helping hands:
http://agnetanisbeth.blogspot.se/2012/07/helping-hands.html

A not so dead tree

This Maple tree had to be cut of since the branches where so rotten they easily could have fallen off and cause some harm, one branch already falled off during a storm, thank God no one got hurt then.

But the tree did not want to die, as you can see som new, very small branches it growing. It give me hope just to look at it!