5 years ago I was working.
I don't remember why but I went into the closet where I kept my purse to check my phone and saw I had miss calls from my dad - weird I thought and called him.
He asked why I hadnt answered my phone - my mom wanted me to get in touch with me ( I lived in Paris at the time).
I called my moms house in Sweden and my sister answered. She couldn't tell me what was up but I should call my grandmothers house.
My mom answered.
I asked what was up.
"Lotta har dött"
I didn't get it, how could my mom's younger sister have passed away.
To this day it is the most shocking phone call I have ever received.
I got to leave work early and remember going home to see if I had any pictures of her. I did.
I remember thinking about the last time I saw her.
I cried a lot.
Didn't understand.
Sometimes life isn't fair.
Seeing my grandmother at Lottas funeral is something I wish I could erase from my mind.
Now she is gone too, it's been almost 4 years.
I miss them both. But I know that they are taking care of grandpa, making sure all is good.
I wish they could meet Sophia.
Jag saknar dig Lotta, och dej med mormor
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