This week I visited my aunt who is turning 60 years in March with my mother and with my other aunt.
We had a lot to talk about, and the souvenirs of their mother, my grand mother surfaced up many times. She past away peacefully 10 years ago. And everybody was telling about their feelings, that they had that day when she past away. So I told them mine: I was that time with my husband in New Orleans, my husband was attending a conference and that time we lived in South Africa, but we had taken our children to visit my family in Finland while we were in USA. My husband had left that morning to his meeting and I was spending some time in the hotel room, a huge hotel with over 20 floors. That morning the hotel room phone kept ringing but not a normal way, just some short ring tones and when ever I picked up to answer, there was nobody, then after a while I thought I had to call my brother in Finland, who looked after my children. I got hold of him and he sounded sad and told me, that my grand mother had past away that morning at home. So we talked for a while and I was also happy that my children has visited my granny just the previous day, so she had seen then, because we were living so far away and we visited Finland only ones a year.
