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This is my mum. She's young and very beautiful. She had met my dad and they were ingaged to be married. Dad has taken the picture in which she is only twentyone. I know she was very happy and she had a beautiful and a good life ahead of her.

Sixtyfour years later she was in a bed in hospital and the doctor told me and dad that she had very little time left. She was then old and grey but still very beautiful. The doctors could not see her like young. So I framed this photo and put it beside her bed. Together with the words:

"The young girl in the photo is me."

Mum could have lived some years more together with her husbond, children and grandchildren. But the doctors were really bad. They took away her medicin and although dad and I complained to the nurse ithey refused to listen. e needed to talk to the doctor who was responsible,when she told us it was not possible. He was there.

They had taken away all her medicn, The medicin that kept her alive! We told them she could be even more ill without them. They refused to listen. She totally panict when her medicin were gone - and one day she fell on the hard floor when she lost her balance, She was complete broken and screamed from the pain.. Surgery in her state was very dangerous. She could die. So they did it with local block. She survived just about.

After that she was dying in a few weeks. And we could not save her.

We made a complaint and they promised they would look over the routines to provent it from happen again. Mum was like a female Jesus. They sacrifist her. The stupid people!

We had a funeral for mum. With a white csasket and a thousand pink roses all over. We sang all the songs we knew she loved. And we had a flute playing the song "Sleep on my arm",

It was november, the sky was grey and the rain came. Heaven was crying.