Funerals.

Funerals.
My aunts mum died.
My grandfather died.
My grandmother died.
A really good friend of mine died.

The funeral was for a really good friend om mine. The funeral was probably the most special moment of my life.
I remember the memories clearly, but the memories in themselfes are kind of blury, if that even makes sense. Maye they really were blury as I was experiencing them.
People from all over Bergen showed up the church was full of people. Most of them student in first grade( they would be juniors in the states) and all of his relatives and teachers. Even his tuba teacher came and held a nice speech.

Tough Times.

 My friend died last year.
Compared to all other things, that’s the toughest thing that has ever happened to me.
I remember thinking it was unjust, because my friend was one of the most God-loving people I’ve ever meet. He was not afraid to share his faith, and he always tried to do the right things.
That was the hardest part about him dying, about God taking him away – that he was the best of us.
And it was a long times since I had talked to him, because he was in another school than I.
His death taught me a lesson, and some of it is hard to describe in words. But I feel like I have a different perspective on things I guess.
A lot of times we walk through life as if it dosn’t matter too much. We act, and maybe we are, indifferent. But sometimes, times when a friend dies, it cuts through all the fake and meaningless stuff we do all day.
It tells us that life is fragile, time is short, and your friends, they might not be around forever.
So I guess the conclusion is this: value life. Tell your friends you love ‘em and appreciate them.
And appreciate God for what he did 20000 years ago. He defeated death and one day we will see it with our own eyes, when we are at the other side of the hedge.

My pastor has cancer.

When I was applying for HLA I had to get the application from one of my pastors and I choose to ask my pastor if he wanted to do it for me. He did, and here I am.  And just a couple of months later he went to the doctor and found out that he had a tumor in his brain.

He’s been taking cemo-theraphy but he dosn’t have a lot of time left. There is noe much to do, but to watch him slowly dissapear. That’s the hardest part. Not beeing able to do anything. It makes us restless.

His son is a good friend of mine and I hate what is happening. I don’t know how it would be for him when his dad is not around.

 There is not a whole lot to do, but we pray for them. It’s hard.

Snow

When my family and I made a ” snow castle”.
When we went sleding in a huge hill by my house.
When we had a huge snow ball fight with a bunch of kids from my neighborhood.

A snow castle we used to call it when we where little. This one year snow was falling and we started gathering up snow by our house to make a “snow castle”. We spent hours and in our breaks my mum would serve us hot chocolate.
My brother, who’s nine years older than me, took part in making the sno castle. He had a brilliant idea. He got the garden whose( ) and he started pouring water on to the castle. The idea was that the pile of snow would freeze, so that when we were digging in it, it wouldn’t collapse.
It didn’t.

Kindergarten

I didn’t go to kindergarten as a child. The one time was enough. My mum dropped me of for the first time. First, she stayed for a while, you know, like parents do, and then, just as your started to play and forget the rest of the world, they dissapear so the kids won’t start thinking or crying about it. Well, this happened to me, and by the time went from Playworld to the real world, she was gone.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there in the sand outside of the kindergarten. I”m guessing it was August or something like that because the leafes where starting to fall to the ground. I sat there and watched everyone. The other children playing and laughing with each other. Never in my life have I felt so lonely. By the time my mum finally came, my check were teary.

She gave me a hug and I never went back.

Something I learned.

I’ve learned a lot of things over the year, or at least I like to think so.First of all, this:
Don’t go to a physical in the states. It’s not like in Norway.
And then there are the serious lessons:
My friend died.
Just like that.
It was a shock and it kind of felt like life is a lie, in a sense. Here we are and we all smile, and go to work and hang out and we pretend stuff dosnt matter.
But they do, and it can dissapear in a blink of an eye.

A million miles in a thousand years number 1.

Chapter 1

I was absent. I was probably in Amsterdam at this time, stuck in a security jam caused by the underwear bomber.

Chapter 2.
A film-producer called the writer up and said that they wanted to make a movie about his life. In this chapter he reflects on movies and his place in life.
The guy wanted to talk to him.
In the end, he talked about heaven and how may resemble an airport.

Chapter 3

Ben and Steve( was it Steve?) meets up with Don. It starts snowing, and, for reasons unknown, they decide to go for some sliding.

Ben says they might have to change the book around, and that thoughts don’t do very well in the movies. The audience wants action.

He is willing to accept that because of the money that’s involved.

Chapter 4 –My real life is boring

Ben and Don went to a store. Steve was looking for olives. He finds the jar of olives and Don say something deep and he drops the jar of olives on the floor. ” That’s deep, man.”

When they’re back at Don’s house, Don finds a whiteboard and they start coming up with ideas on how to make the movie more exciting.

” Your life is boring, Don”.

Chapter 5 – Flesh and soul better

We think of God as unjust, but maybe he’s a master story teller.

In the movies, we like conflict, but in real life we don’t. Maybe we should be greatfull for conflicts because that makes our life, our story better. Maybe God is telling a really profound story. Who knows?

Chapter 6 – My uncles funeral and a wedding.

Weddings are full of life, and funerals are the celebration of someones life.

In thus chapter Don talks about his uncle and how great of a man he was. He told us that he used to hang out with him and that his uncle helped young criminals get back on track.

If you are writing a good story, you die to soon. I don’t think we like it when a really good story is finished. We’d like it to last for ever. And our lives are like stories and if we live out a good story, people would be sad.

Thanksgiving vacation.

So much fun. Thomas and Tory, Carl and Jack went shopping on Black Friday. They didn’t return home before 7′ O clock in the morning. They slept til 4 O’ clock – just in time to miss dinner.
The rest of the time, we watched movies and played video games. A lot of fun.
The Thanksgiving meal was just awesome. I’d really like to bring this tradition home to Norway with me. But it’s easier said than done.

Traveling with the family.

 Oh I remember all the traveling we did. Mostly we traveled up the coast of Norway to where our relatives are. Sometimes we traveled to Denmark and Sweden. And one time we traveled to Spain. I remember most of the trips as being fun, but I also think there was a lot of boring stuff to, but the boring parts and the stressfull times kind of dissapers as time goes by. It becomes blury and than it dissepears completely, and all you is left with is a bunch of happy memories. Like the time I was five and played with ants. We rented a hut and the whole family( seven people) lived in it. It had no water…

Dexter.

I like a lot of different TV shows. Most of them are in the genre thrillers, I guess. I like lost and Smallville. But my is Dexter. It’s kind of a sick idea to be honest. Dexter is a serial killer. Noone knows he is – not even his sister! And the best part: He works as a blood spatter specialist in the Miami Police.
The TV show has a morbid sense of humor and we get to be in Dexters head, so we see everything from his perspective. It’s like being in the mind of a psychopath. Really freaky, really funny. We get to see his perspective on humans. He says he dosn’t get humans, but he tries to act human. He acst like you normal A4 guy, but at night, he kills bad guys.
Good show.

What I am thankfull for.

I’m thankfull for a lot of stuff. Family, friends and my church. These are akk cliches but that dosen’t make them any less true. When all other stuff is going bad, these are things you can relie on.
But sometimes even these things are being attacked. Like last year, when one of my best friends died. It was a tough period in my life, but it also made me think of the things I’m thankfull for.