The Joys of Genealogy
My father died as we celebrated my 12th birthday. We were a Swedish family, living in Switzerland.
My father died as we celebrated my 12th birthday. We were a Swedish family, living in Switzerland. My 25-year-old brother was called home from university in America and our younger brother from Sweden. Losing our father changed our roles and shaped a new outlook on life.
Later we compared how we perceived our father's funeral differently: through the eye…
