Fred og jeg mødte hinanden i september 1998.Vi måtte vente længe på papirarbejdet i Skotland - men den 23 maj 2005 blev vi gift på Københavns Rådhus.


Fred and I met in September 1998.We had to wait a long time for
the paperwork in Scotland - but on the 23th of May 2005 we got married
in the Townhall of Copenhagen.

Da jeg mødte Fred boede jeg i "Palæet".Et bofællesskab med 5 andre i Hellerup.Han flyttede fra Skotland og ind på de 14 private kvm jeg havde!


When I met Fred, I was living in "The Mansion"
A shared house with 5 others in Hellerup.He moved from Scotland and into my 14 private m2 !

I foråret 2001 blev det for småt - jeg solgte min andel og vi flyttede ind på 10 lejede kvm i Vanløse - med alle vores ting opmagasinerede.Planen var at vi skulle bo der i 3 måneder - da vi havde fået lovning på en lejlighed.Det blev til 6 måneder..........og vores forhold blev sat på prøve - og kom styrket igennem!

In the spring 2001 it became too small - I sold my share and we moved into a rented room that was only 10 m2 and with all our stuff stored.
We was waiting for a flat and the plan as that we should stay there only for 3 months.But it became 6 months........
Our relationship was tested - and came out strong!

1.November 2001 flyttede vi endelig ind i vores egen lejlighed i Sydhavnen.80 kvm..................

1th of November 2001 we finally moved into our own flat in
Southern-habour part of Copenhagen.
80 m2.............

I august 2005 var Fred sygemeldt med ondt i arm og skulder.Der blev dianogstiseret Lymfecancer og forsøgt behandling.Vi levede meget af vores liv på Rigshospitalet i håb om en bedring - men i januar 2006 måtte jeg tage plejeorlov.Fred var herhjemme de sidste 4 uger og døde den 3 marts.

In August 2005 Fred was on sick leave with pains in his arm and shoulder.
He got the diagnosis Lymph-cancer and they tried to treat him - in the beginning with a bit of hope.
But in January 2006 I had to take a leave to nurse him in our home.
He died peacefully in his sleep 3th of March

Snefnug danser på min rude

udenfor er mørket tæt.

Jeg ku´ finde på at tude

synes at jeg er så træt.

› š

Når jeg tænker på min ven,

ham der har mit hjertes rum.

Vil jeg se ham mon igen?

Tanken gør mig ganske stum.

› š

Gud som kender vores tanker

når vi ikke siger et kvæk,

Han kan læse vores breve

skrevet med usynligt blæk.

› š

Så jeg ved jo, håbet kommer,

lister frem af frossen muld,

som en tankestreg af sommer

hilser os erantisguld.

› š

Mere værd end alle blomster

er vi mennesker for Gud,

vi får også lov at komme

op af jord – og bryde ud

› š

Hvad er livets store gave

Og det fineste jeg ved?

Jo, det bedste man kan have

er en gengældt kærlighed.

 

A good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.

Lao Tzu.

Since That I am not able to translate my own poem into english,
I have chosen this to express my feelings.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
    doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 *****