"To everything there is a season"

Where to start...?

The last few posts I've been dwelling a lot on basic things like life and death, but I want to move on.

It's been a week and a half since the cremation, and I feel the world has been upside down since. It both feels like forever and like only yesterday. In many ways the whole thing has been an amazing string of connected events, showing a great many circles coming to a full close and showing me how everything is related and connected.

Those days were good enough, and the whole processing has been fairly smooth, as we were cleaning out the flat more. The most fantastic treasures we found: family photo's dating back to around 1900 - putting faces to names I had heard through the years, many years letters of letters from my grand-grandmother to her daughter (I really want to read them all!), letters from my mother to her mother dating back to the late sixties...

And of course an unbelievable amount of crap: we really have to come up with a new definition for the word 'everything', as my dear granny - while complaining about my grandfather never throwing anything out - kept everything, and I really mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. We found 100s of buttons for shirts etc, 1000s of meters of ribbon for Xmas presents, Xmas cards dating back to the early sixties (with envelope and all), a mountain of wrapping paper, plastic bags, belts, shoes, clothes, stationary etc etc etc... unbelievable...!

All the cleaning up is behind me now, and some big decision are being made concerning the flat, and the outcome will very much decide how it will all look in the end... well, we'll see, but one thing I know for sure: the Law of Jante ain't dead yet... and my hate vs certain organisations is still well-founded, as things sometimes just don't change: anybody care to take any responsibility? "Naah, a decision? Oooh, scary, you should talk to someone else. I cannot take a decision." The scourge of the welfare state...


Well, life has moved on: it's a strange odd feeling, but now that the painter has finally started to do the renovation here I feel something is changing.

I guess it is really like the priest said at the ceremony, quoting a text from the Bible that is made famous in the Byrds-song "Turn Turn Turn": "To everything there is a season..."