by Hugo Häggmark
She went to sleep a few days ago and she never woke up. It was peaceful and painless.
I visited the day before her final rest. I had prepared myself meticulously to look my very best just in case she woke up.
She looked so beautiful and calm. Her final resting place was dignified and beautifully decorated with family pictures. The air was filled with Portuguese music and she slept throughout my visit.
My mother was warm, kind and loving but foremost compassionate.
She was never in the spotlight but she always made you feel like you were.
Always prioritising others well-being before her own, in private and as a nurse. As a nurse she helped people in all stages of life, treating sick children in Angola/Mozambique to elderly dementia patients in Sweden.
Mom, I love you and miss you so much.
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