Fifteen years as married

May 14, 2017 Sofia Petersson 2 comments

I celebrated fifteen years as married this past weekend. We went to the Swedish Island Gotland for four days, enjoying medieval culture, Spa and fantastic food.

When me and my husband met for the first time, It was the same day my father died.

Me, my sister and mother had lived in the city hospital a few days to make sure that his last days were as free of pain as possible. He died early in the morning on a beautiful Swedish summer day. And when he died, it was a relief. We could breathe again. The constant concern for his health was over after a ten-year period. And now it was gone with the warm summer wind. We went separate ways outside the hospital and life continued.

Later that day, I was a babysitter for my friends children and took them to a carnival. And there he was. We had mutual friends so we were introduced and he asked for my phone number. Later that evening we had our first date.

This summer it’s eighteen years since that date. So he has never met my dad and his relationship with Alzheimer’s is his grandmother. She was 85 years old. It scares me because I know what awaits him and what he and my daughters need to go through. I have given him the choice to leave. But he says he is here for the good times and the bad ones.

I knew the day I met him that he was one of the good guys. And I’m lucky to have him by my side. For better and for worse, in good times and the bad.

2 Comments on “Fifteen years as married

  1. Hello Sofia. Do you know that you are a wonderful writer. I think your wedding picture of you and Anders is beautiful. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. You and Anders have a loving relationship. I saw that when you were visiting us at Christmas. It is so nice you were able to go to Gotland to celebrate your anniversary. We all love you very much. ❤?❤

  2. My mother Anders grandmother in the end was suffering in alzeimers.
    Hard to see thoug she was old. I met patients during me work as nurse.
    Here it was importent being a daughter.
    Lärde mej mycket av hennes kontaktperson som betydde mycket för mej.
    Mamma flyttade från Varberg till oss i Landskrona sista halvåret. Vi pratade om det vilket bara gjorde henne förvirrad.
    Åsa kontaktpersonen sa “flytta på Varberg”
    Sagt och gjort. På en sekund bodde vi alla i Varberg.
    Mormor blev lugn.
    Ibland kan sanningen oroa.❤️

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