For my dear friends in Sweden, I want to share with you these plates that have been in my family a long time. After my daddy passed away, my mom said that I could have them and they hang in my kitchen above the doorway, so that I see them every time I pass through. I love them dearly and can still hear my daddy's voice speaking to his "mama-lille" (which is not spelled right, I am sure) There are certain things that I hear him say to me, as well, at times when I feel the need to talk to him. His voice has never left me and I am so grateful for that.
'Nite, 'nite, Daddy.... I love you