Pure pleasure? The sermon at mother Anne's funeral mass was about the woman who asked to be buried with a fork. "Why with a fork?", the priest had asked. "Well, you see, when I was a child and my dinner plate was removed, I was sometimes asked to keep my fork. When I did, I knew I could expect something even better yet to come," the woman had answered.
Eternal harvest? Mother Anne continues to lift a fork from the other side. In the meantime, thanks for all the pleasurable days of celebration back in Sweden, in dear company from near and afar, with great weather day in and day out, delicious food, envigorating swims, boat and bike rides, moving music and musicians, lighthearted fun, words of wisdom, and the big pink princess tårta. All served to make the recent harvest of sixty years of my own life - the end of a life cycle in the East Asian tradition of my birthplace. Forever grateful to and for all.
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