Viking Funeral

Today I am commemorating a woman who was grand. I totally get that only people who actually know me will understand what this blog entry is really about. My Grand Mother died a few days ago.......

I could not go to her funeral so many miles away but we are going to celebrate her life this evening in New England, she lived in Oklahoma. There will be no tears, there will be no sniffles there will be nothing like that at all. We are going to celebrate her life, her love and know she has simply moved on.

Annette Burgess (my grandmother) over the last few years, seriously only wanted me to know one thing, I am Swedish! Yep, the same folk who killed and maimed the entire known world a thousand plus years ago but I am still a proud decedent of the Vikings.

Tonight I will respectfully acknowledge her life, I will remember her name and I will know that she is in Valhalla (she was a TRUE Christian so Heaven). I am so thankful that she "pushed" me into being proud of my heritage, even though others in the world consider me and my people blue eyed devils. I am thankful that she was a woman of convictions who taught her daughters (my mother and aunt) the values needed in life.

I am so pleased that she taught me that being Swedish and a Viking was something good...... tonight my Dear Grandmother, I will promise to carry on the tradition of who we are.

I miss you but I also know that we shall be feasting together soon enough........