So first 3 months of a year is over. It feels strange and same time also good. Feels interesting to know, that now I have lived 5 months in Sweden with my boyfriend. Winter is passed and that means, time for spring :)
It feels nice when sun is warming and everywhere you are going you have opportunity to see how grass goes greener and snow is almost melted. Feels very warm and beautiful.
Near my school already first flowers are out and soon new ones are coming. Spring is one nicest time of a year since, you can see how easy all is changing. All happens very fast.
Last weekend also was time for turn the clock. Something what still not got used to. This takes time a little to get used to. This weekend will be Easter. Now I have opportunity to see, how is traditions for Easter here in Sweden. Are they similar to Estonian traditions or they are completely different from, what I am used to.
Happy Easter time to everyone! Hopefully everyone will have a nice Easter weekend :)

Life,

Everyday we hear or read, that someone dies. By the statistics we can find out that every minute is there someone who dies all around the world. And we do not know all those people who dies.
When someone around us is dies, when we can say, I knew that person. Person who dies is someones dad or mother, someones friend, colleague, training mate etc. That person is someones daughter or son or even a grandparent. When someone dies, where will be hole in heart or mind.
Usually they say, that how can it be hole if you did not stand very close to that person, or you did not talk with person everyday. That does not mean always, that there will be not remembered that person who had passed away.
For me, it was step-dad. The person who took over my real dad's responsibilities, what he did not do. Often when I or brother had questions and mom was work or hospital, it was him we turned with those questions, not to our real dad, since he had abandoned us. For him, we did exist. Our step-dad was there.
Yeas sure, which step- children usually start to love the step-parent right away or perhaps not at all. In the beginning I made his life as hell but he made also mine. But that did not stop him to support me or my brother when that was needed. That does not mean, that I hated him all my life, when he was in that! For me was also important how my mother felt, since after some years, I just left home and started abroad at school and stayed during a week to dormitory and went home for weekends. That meant, that he was home to support my mother when she was ill, but also held company to her when she felt better and they was home.
That means, that not all memories I have or my brother has, are not bad. There was good times, but of course there was also bad times. In some reason, all families has both good and bad times, upsides and down sides. That shows, that we all are alive.
In my mind, I hope that my step-dad rests in piece and who knows... Perhaps they are together with my mother. After mothers death, my step-dad wanted often to be with her. Now he has at least that possibility.
Rest in peace my dad. You was always here for me!