I had this dream the other night that I found my grandpa's eyeglasses and walked around wearing them. I don't know what it means really, but these times I am thinking a lot about him. Somehow I think you can miss someone you never met.
Grandpa Erik could have lived today, it is not impossible, he could have been 90. People turn 90. However, people that rescue several children from the top floor of a burning school on the cost of their own health does not.
He got treated for burns of the third degree at the hospital and his lungs was quite damaged, his heart strained. In an interview in a swedish newspaper, he spoke about how he wished to get better soon so he again could practice on his oboe for a concert. He got recognised in both sweden and internationally for his brave deed, and and received a reward from the Carneige foundation.
When my mom speaks about him, she talks about a man that was extremely kind, helpful and a great musician. There is not much I can do to get him back, but I am changing my last name to his in a near future, to make sure his name lives a little longer, his great deeds not forgotten.
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