I’m trying to remember him as he was: a simple person who found joy in simple things like: eating Karin’s mango chicken, harvesting his own Christmas tree, fika, four-wheeling, sleeping in the forest, Eurovision, Elsa, milk, elk meat, etc. For atheists, Göran lives in our memories and collectively. We will carry him. For believers like me, he is all around us, and we will meet him again in spirit.
