Went to my parents place and picked up my bike which I bravely drove back home some 20km. After the first 3km I was ready to give up but pushed on having one heart attack per kilometer. At halfpoint I had to stop at Hesburger and had a coke and some water to drink, mainly to get the fluid balance back up and some sugar to give me energy. After the rest I changed plans and took an alternate route which proved interesting and which I will not be using anymore as it took me through Pasila and a million people on the road. After Pasila my bike broke, the chain jumpped of the wheel and I got a minutes rest while I fixed it. After that it was just a matter of minutes before I was home.
Talked to grandmother today. She told me that she had fallen while trying to go to her neighbours to escape a thunderstorm. She was unable to get up but luckily the neighbours had noticed her flickering flashlight and was able to help her. Nothing broken but a bruised ego and bruises on the legs and face as an reminder that no, she is not young anymore and she needs help. It was decided that during thunderstorms the neighbours will go to her place instead to keep her company.
Her memory is not anymore that good. She had forgotten that my cousin had visited her for a day a few weeks back but she remembered it after she was asked about it. Guess the time is coming near for her to move on, just hope it is painless and quick. She once told me that the women in the family usually pass away fast and without complication. It would be desirable.
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