I was watching a show on a Swedish channel (online) about doctors, and in one episode they have to tell an old lady she has cancer.
I remember when I found out my grandmother got cancer.
And I remember how awfully fast it took her life.
My grandmother was quite a bitter lady, but she had a lot of love for her family.
I miss her everyday.
Often when I have to take a decision I ask myself if she would have been proud of me.
I know she would have been proud of me finally graduating university.
And I know she would have been even prouder seeing me with Sophia.
Jag älskar dej mormor
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