coffeelove

My shoulders always sink down when I arrive at the cabin. And even more so these days, since my mother bought it from the other aunt (the shitty one) and knowing that it will never be in danger of falling into someone elses hands. It will be mine and stay within the family.

Mother and I went up to spread the last of the aunts ashes. It was one of her wishes, to spread up there.
So now she is spread from the north of Norway, in the south and even in Denmark.
Are you happy now, you old hag? ♥