My beloved father passed away in April 2010, only a few weeks after my third child was born. Thankfully he got to meet her during a quick Skype call, and I know he’s watching over her and the rest of the family from wherever he is.
I’m confident I’ve felt his presence many times during the last few years, as my little family have worked through our new life challenges and if I have been in a situation where his guidance would have been of great help.
In those moments, I have felt his calm hand on my shoulder; as if he was reaching down to say “it’ll be alright, and just do what your heart tells you”.
I miss him very much. I know my sister and mother miss him too. It is a great loss and we have been through too many things in recent years. Some less positive, but even the negative moments have made us stronger as a family – even across the ocean from USA to little Denmark.
It is wonderful to think that my kids still remember farfar. Not necessarily what he looked like, but his kindness and warm person he was. When thinking of the few moments my children got to spend with him, and how the cherished these, it makes me a little teary.
As we originates from the vikings, it’s only appropriate to share an old viking prayer –
Lo, There do I see my Father
Lo, There do I see my Mother and
My Brothers and my Sisters
Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning
Lo, They do call to me
They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla
Where thine enemies have been vanquished
Where the brave shall live Forever
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.