Hvil i fred

Today was the funeral for my landlady Gunvor. I live in a studio apartment above their home, and she passed away while I was in France. Her husband Oddvar survives her after 54 years of marriage. It took such strength for him to carry her coffin and still meet the eyes of almost every mourner in the church - more than 150 of them. It was the same church they were married in in the Sixties. The flag out front of the house flies at half mast today, this isn't it but it's the closest I could come to signifying what the day meant.