Feb. 11: I arrive in Stockholm in the arms of one of my dearest friends. She had promised me to be there on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. To know that she would be there was the only thing that made it possible for me to board the plane in NYC. Knowing that she would be there to greet me with open arms made it all possible for me to make the journey for the upcoming farewell of my beloved Mormor. I will treasure my dear friend’s embrace for eternity.