My experience in Sweden came to an abrupt and unexpected end on March 30th, when I received news that my grandparents had been in a car accident the day prior and my grandfather had died.
I want everyone to know that I wouldn’t have been able to come if it hadn’t been for him, and for a lot of reasons. He piqued my interest in travel kind of passively when I was young. I remember being at my grandparents’ house in Indianapolis and sifting through this jar he kept of coins. All the coins were different currencies, and served as a sort of souvenir from his many trips abroad for business. I was so interested in the coins and their countries of origin — I remember one in particular had a hole in the middle and when I asked about it, Grandpa told me a about Denmark.
He would have loved hearing about my trip when I got back, but for now I’m trying to be grateful that I was able to keep the blog, post my photos and communicate with him (and a lot of other people) through email and Skype. It was really important to me that he knew how much I enjoyed being in Sweden, in part because it was a very significant interest we shared. He knew and understood my interest in seeing and experiencing new things and supported me when, back in August, I decided on a whim to study abroad.
All I can say now is thank you.