Day VII

My brothers son, Mattis, arrived from his holiday in Miami, and could join to see my mother. We decided to meet at 12.00 o'clock, the boys by bus and I by car. We hope to reach there in time, but we didn't. At 11.30 I got the call from a nurse that she dies ten minuts ago.
When we arrived they had made her ready and the room looked nice. We spend a couple of hours with her, mourned, laughed a little and shared memories. It was some good hours.