Today my sister, Elisabet, and her husband, Carl-Axel, came. We had coffee in the apartment, drove to the house, and then to Håkan at the hospital. When we got there, Dave from England, Janne and Stig Walldin were there. Håkan was so happy. They spoke both English and Swedish.
Elisabet had both home cooked crayfish and fresh blackberries with her. Håkan enjoyed them and spoke about the mackerel sandwich and shrimp party which have brightened up his days in the hospital.
We have joked with Håkan and wondered if he should have a party with fermented Baltic herring there also. “It’s probably best to wait until I come home, or at Anders’ and Carin’s,” he answered, and we agreed.
Now we all stood there around Håkan, and the vicar began to speak and said that it wasn’t a coincidence that we were all there together. He had oil with him and wanted to pray and anoint Håkan. It was a holy moment. There was unity in Håkan’s room – different ministers of the Lord who together prayed and blessed Håkan.
Arne and Buck came to see Håkan later, and the evening concluded with fried chanterelle on ryecrisp for Håkan and a good night kiss, from me.
Mohammed will go along with Håkan to Gothenburg on Friday. There won’t be any operation, but just an examination, this time.
Thanks for all love, care and prayer.
God bless you!
Hugs,
Gunilla
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