There has been a lot of bad news these last years coming from Norway as members of the oldest generation have left us one by one. Illness has taken its toll on many as well. So it was with a heavy heart that I left for Norway this time around since the occasion was a funeral. I didn’t really feel like taking any pictures and felt very strongly that the ceremony was for us only, and not for social media or my blog for that matter.
With me I had my mother who thankfully travelled with me. We always have such a good time when doing things together, and this trip was no exception, despite the circumstances. It was great to have her there next to me as we said our last goodbyes to a grandparent that meant a lot to me.
Funerals are really tough and I felt extremely silly as I was standing there crying for all to see, even though I was trying my best to hide it. Not that I succeeded.
The highlight of the journey was the fact that we got to say hello to plenty of people that we normally don’t see. It felt really good to come back home again to England though, I have to say. There isn’t a lot of respect in Norway, generally speaking, towards musicians and artists regardless of how good you are, even receiving airtime on TV doesn’t shield you from intrusive questions and well-meaning ill-placed advice.
Each time I return home to England from abroad I love it more and more, probably because it now feels so familiar after many years living here, combined with good memories from my music, not to forget the fact that our abode looks amazing.
As I’ve written before it has been so good for the family that my mother remarried, it felt so right to come home and hug my lovely siblings. Family is really important, and whenever a dear one leaves us we get a reminder of the greatest of unions: souls that connect.