Där står du mitt i olika oranga färger runt dig. Du ler. det där vackra leende. Jag blir förvirrad av alla dessa färger. Är det eld, är det helvetet, vet jag att jag tänker. Men i hjärtat vet jag att du inte befinner dig där. För du är den finaste männsikan jag kände. Du levde ett helvete här på jorden, speciellt de sista åren. Så jag vet att där du är nu är full av rött, kärlek. Du ville visa att du mår bra.

Även i dag kände jag ett lugn, när jag i vanliga fall skulle bli arg för att termosen läckte kaffe. Men mamma det är klart det är du som brukar fläcka ner mig med kaffe, vad skulle det liksom annars vara?
Ingen annan älskade kaffe , fika och att dricka den utomhus som du!

Jag är medveten att vissa tycker detta är nonsens allt jag skriver om, mötet med de döda. Men jag anser att det är en del av processen, att minnas, att kunna känna glädje och kunna få gå vidare!
Now it was a while ago, but it is there in the memory and I have felt pretty good since then.
There you stand in the middle of different orange colors around you. You're smiling. that beautiful smile. I get confused by all these colors. Is it fire, is it hell, I know I'm thinking. But in my heart I know you are not there. Because you are the nicest person I knew. You lived hell here on earth, especially in the last years. So I know that where you are now is full of red, love. You wanted to show that you are fine.
But you also want to say that I should feel good. I realized that when my husband and I were sitting there on the roof terrace. Where those special orange shades on the walls of the houses surrounded us. That's what you wanted to show me, you wanted me to enjoy our trip. Because you've probably noticed that I worry about laughing, enjoying myself and, as I say, Alhammduilla. These words have almost been forgotten or whispered.
These are some special orange colors aren't they, just like in the dream. With a smiling mother!
Then there is another dream that came to me the same week and you were happy there too. You came again and again, every day the same time. Breakfast, we talked but I can't remember what we said. But then I asked one morning will you always be with me every breakfast. But you didn't come any more. Then I woke up and cried.
But it felt like it was these dreams that I needed. That part, that contact, that presence that I don't usually have a hard time with otherwise with dead loved ones that I've had.
Even today I felt a sense of calm, when normally I would get angry because the thermos was leaking coffee. But mom, it's clear you're the one who usually stains me with coffee, what else would it be?
No one else loved coffee, coffee and drinking it outdoors like you.
Oh that a dove sat for so long and looked at me today, I also see as a sign!
I am aware that some people think this is nonsense, everything I write about, the meeting with the dead. But I believe that it is part of the process, to remember, to be able to feel joy and to be able to move on!
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