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Again an anxious phone call in the morning. My step-mom had not slept at all, as she had been thinking about if the decision of canceling the memorial service was right or not. And my brother from Helsinki had called her last night and asked about, if he could come and visit her after the funeral... "it would be so nice to see her son's family from Turku (Finland Proper - area) too, after a long time..."

Watching simultaneously our young and serious leader, prime Minister Sanna Marin talking about the recommendations of behaviour in our serious situation in the middle of Corona virus pandemic, I suddenly felf very tired. (Not any martial laws used yet atm, but if finns do not obey to these strict corona recommendations, who knows... I must say, that this prime minister is the best that I have never seen. A heavenly gift to this country!)

The Finland Proper -area (Turku) authorities recommended today that people would not travel to Uusimaa - region (that means Helsinki). And we are going to have relatives from both of those in our funeral....

I tried to settle my step-mom down. I told her that everyone was happy about the decision made yesterday. And if anyone was to blame about canceling the memorial service, I can be it.
On the other hand I told her, that it is her decision to meet anyone or not after the funeral. But I quess it would maybe be wise not to meet all the family in even smaller room that was planned before the cancelation. Anyway, I told that am not the person to say, what to do, or not to do. I am a pussy. My family including my children will end the funeral to the grave. We are not going to any memorial service.

Feeling very tired, I took the day off from work and went walking. Just to inhale and exhale. I walked through the woods, slippery roots and paths, and around the lake nearby at first. And then realized that I could also visit to cemetery and take some photos for the photographer Ilkka... And I did. In the blip you can see, how I felt like the prime minister would have been watching my steps.

In the late afternoon a stiff drink of sweet Vana Tallinn -liqueur (40%) and I think I will survive this funeral journey.

Finally I called my step-mom. She had decided not to meet anyone after the funeral. Maybe a wise decision.


Susanna