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I guess it’s roughly 30 years between these pictures
And off she went to a better universe!
My mom was clearly the strong and independent type of woman. She always chose her own path in life no matter what.
At the time when she was young it wasn’t that common for girls to strive for a proper education. But she did. She realized in order to be independent she needed to educate herself. So she went to Anders Beckman’s school and became a fashion illustrator.
In the end of the 40:es and beginning of the 50:es it wasn’t that common to travel abroad. Probably under wild and loudly protests from her parents she did travel in early age. One of the first trips she did was hitchhiking from Sweden to France, through a war-torn Europe.
By this time the ideal here in Sweden was to have a secure source of income at a good stable employer. But not my mom. Once again she chose her independence over a stable and secure life. She became her own boss in the competitive and tough but on the other hand, highly creative fashion industry.
At the time when she was young it wasn’t that common for girls to strive for a proper education. But she did. She realized in order to be independent she needed to educate herself. So she went to Anders Beckman’s school and became a fashion illustrator.
In the end of the 40:es and beginning of the 50:es it wasn’t that common to travel abroad. Probably under wild and loudly protests from her parents she did travel in early age. One of the first trips she did was hitchhiking from Sweden to France, through a war-torn Europe.
By this time the ideal here in Sweden was to have a secure source of income at a good stable employer. But not my mom. Once again she chose her independence over a stable and secure life. She became her own boss in the competitive and tough but on the other hand, highly creative fashion industry.
Mother and son
An unusual mom compared to others...
Against all odds she bought a house and raised her only spoiled son (me) to be a good boy. She did this all by herself since my dad died way too early. She was a good mom but a bit unusual compared to other moms. She made me open my eyes with the wonderful to travel and also never to say no to new exciting dishes to eat.
In later years she was diagnosed with the Alzheimer’s disease. She really hated what that this terrible sickness did to her independence and integrity. When the years passed by and the sickness relentlessly got worse she got more and more dependent of help. She hated it by all her heart.
She made the life a hell for all the helpers including her only spoiled son (me) who was coming there trying to do their best helping her. It was not that she was evil but she wanted her independency back and to take control of her own life again.
In later years she was diagnosed with the Alzheimer’s disease. She really hated what that this terrible sickness did to her independence and integrity. When the years passed by and the sickness relentlessly got worse she got more and more dependent of help. She hated it by all her heart.
She made the life a hell for all the helpers including her only spoiled son (me) who was coming there trying to do their best helping her. It was not that she was evil but she wanted her independency back and to take control of her own life again.
Fuck this world!
I know she hated the thought of moving to the home for elderly. I deliberately waited as long as possible but the inevitable came and I had to take the decision for her to move. I like to think she made up her mind there. “Fuck this world, I am 92 years old and this is enough!” So maybe she did the only thing she had control over, stopped eating and drinking so she could make her last trip as soon as possible. So at 12.40 PM today she peacefully transferrd to a better universe.
Good bye mom
Fin minnesteckning du skrivit!
Efter en långt liv och en tids kämpande med egen livssituation, var det nog en lättnad för Ingrid att avsluta sin resa nu.
/Lennart
~Hanne
Mkt Fin runa över din mors liv o hennes speciella karaktär. Mina tankar är med dig. Lasse
Det var verkligen så hon var, så som du nu beskrev henne. Och att äntligen ta befälet över sitt liv igen. Genom att sluta äta och dricka visar också vilken stark människa hon var. På både gott och ont.
Kram
Kram
Du skriver väldigt fint om Ingrid, som jag eg inte kände men på något sätt ändå kände genom dina berättelser från hennes liv innan dig, från ert liv tillsammans när du var ung och från hennes år då hon levde ensam.
En beundransvärd kvinna som lyckades vara oberoende länge.
Kram ❤️
Tack för kommentaren. Jo det var först på slutet när allt fallerade som även oberoendet försvann. Men som sagt jag tror hon hade ett lyckligt och innehållsrikt liv vilket gör att det känns lite lättare nu. Kram ❤️
Till mor från son kärlek!
Fint gjort av dig Patrik...
Det känns hårt för de äldre som byggt upp Sverige...senare i livet till att bli kallad och behandlad som en gammal förbrukad bil "brukare".
Flertal av de äldre säger att det är tur man är så gammal...
Kram
Jag lärde känna Ingrid när jag bodde i Farsta slott 2010-2014. Vi blev riktigt goda vänner. Vi träffades ofta antingen hos mig eller hos henne. Hon visade mig många av sina alster och berättade om sitt innehållsrika liv. Jag själv målar och Ingrid köpte en målning av mig som hon blev förtjust i. Efter att jag flyttat till Västervik så höll vi kontakten brevledes
ett tag. Hon berättade om sin sjukdom för mig och när jag sen fick cancer så försökte hon muntra upp mig. Jag tyckte mycket om henne och blev väldigt ledsen när jag läste att hon inte finns mer. Det du skrev om henne är precis som jag upplevde henne. En fantastisk människa.
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Med vänlig hälsning
Patrik Lord