After 60 years of marriage my grandmother dies and leaves my grandfather, Peter Erik Andreasen, as a widower.

”The loneliness is the hardest”, says my grandfather. ”To have somebody to share your life with is important”.

My grandfather had never cook a meal for himself before she died. It’s these situations that remind him of her. The lonely meal, the lack of companionship.

Margits funeral: Margit, we are gathered today to greet you a last goodbye. A life threatened disease changed our your/our lifes. You devoted your life to me and your family; your caring, love, understanding, helpfulness towards me and your children and grandchildren is without words. You greeted us all. You loved to travel. Now you leave for the last one. It might not be too soon to die at the age of 80, but you were not ready. So many things you still wanted to do, but you weren’t allowed. We have so much to thank you for. We miss you. Honor your memory. Peter Erik.

Every Sunday my grandfather visits her grave. He always bring a rose. It was my grandmother favorite flower.

The bed seems empty and too big. The day seems lonely. She’s gone.