YOU WERE THE LIFE
Because You, only You were life,
when it was at its most beautiful and best.
And much were You given,
but always gave You the most.
In memory of my dear friend, Monica!
It was a about 10 days ago I found out that she was on hospital through reading her profile on Facebook.
I tried to get in contact with her husband, without any luck … in all honesty I don’t think I have got his number right. So tried the other number and Monica answered, it’s must be nearly two years since we last had contact.
She sounded tired, but was herself otherwise and I was given the news that she had cancer – and nothing could be done for her, more than keeping the pain acceptable.
I’m so happy and thankful over that phone call.
It is her birthday on 16th of January – so I went on FB to send her a message and there I found out that she had died two days before – only a couple of days after our conversation.
Monica, is very special to me … and to everybody else that had the fortune to get to know her. We been friends since the early 80’s – we met working together at the racecourse in Gothenburg, in the kitchen.
A strong, beautiful, fun and red head …. with the biggest heart and soul. A sparkling personality – bigger than life at times. She also had her dark moments, but nothing that I notice.
She met her husband, Robert – the best thing that could have happen to all of us – a fantastic guy … with the most wonderful sense of humor and nothing ever a problem. A match in heaven.
All the crazy things they were up to … with coloring the hens … raising pigs and turkeys on the little back yard plot. The fantastic parties we had with up to 26 guests and we all sat in kitchen (it was massive) for dinner – parties that lasted 3-4 days.
Cats, there has always been cats in her’s and Robert’s life together and most time up 3 at the time.
Monica loved to have many different reading glasses, all different colors and shapes, she must had 5-6 pairs at the time, maybe more. All colorful as her.
She loved her kitchen gadgets – many years ago, must be about 22, she bought a baking machine, brand new on the market – everything worked fine for a couple of weeks maybe – then the machine became very noisy one night when baking away. In the morning when the open the machine it bread looked normal, but when cutting – it had bolts in it. Never a dull moment with Monica.
She introduced me to one of Robert’s friends and we became an item for nearly 8 years.
On my advice she started working with Stena Line and during a couple years I was her boss, we worked so hard – we was a fantastic team of girls.
Monica helped me move …. she was always there for me. Then I moved to Canada and after that to UK, we still had contact. I was away for nearly 23 years. When I visit Gothenburg we always met up, then they left the big city and because of my mum I visited Gothenburg less.
What a fantastic person she was ….. so creative and full of crazy ideas … excellent cook and hostess.
With age she her fantastic red hair became beautiful grey – still one of most beautiful women I know.
The joy she find in her grandchild the last years – all she talked about.
I could go on and on about Monica – she is one in the million – and now she has left us. What I can understand from our conversation was she in terrible pain, but she had such peace with herself.
She said; Viveka, I had the most fantastic life … I have no regrets, so I’m read.
My thoughts goes out to Robert and the children, big and small.
Monica, you’re only a breath away from us.