Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Out on a hike in the forest close to my parents house. The stones are old viking graves from about 500 AD. I used to love this place as a kid. Always come back to this place when I'm in Sweden. It's comforting. It reminds me of old times, when my parents were younger and my dad was strong as a horse. Now he is so weakened by his lung fibrosis, he can barely get around in their appartment...and that's with 3 liters of supplementary oxygen. It kills me to see him this way, and to see the worry and sadness in my mom's eyes. And there's nothing we can do!

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