So here's a story that I find pretty incredible....
When I was seven years old, my family lived right outside of Stockholm. I used to have regular sleepovers with a Swedish classmate from the British primary school I attended. Her name is Linda Murray -- I remember her parents teaching me Swedish words at the breakfast table, watching Nightrider in her living room, and rolling around in the snow after a sauna.
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| Linda and her daughter, Franca; a childhood friend from Sweden |
Linda and I reconnected on facebook a few years back. About two months ago, she found a painting of my mom's at her parents house and immediately reached out to me. It is of a farm in Viggbyholm; my mom painted it 29 years ago. Linda's friends, Geoffrey and
Ann-Elizabeth, hand-carried the painting home to me on an airplane from a recent
visit to Stockholm. It turns out they live about seven minutes away from my front door here in Luxembourg.
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| Geoffrey and Ann Elizabeth delivered the painting to me |
And now, a piece of art that I
had never even seen or least didn't remember -- a special piece of my mom -- has come back into my life and
hangs in my living room. Full circle.
2 comments:
It was your mom's way of saying "I am here for the next page you have turned to in your life !" Full circle is right ! Love, Em
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