From my father I have learned to be fond of spending time out in nature.
I remember the many Sundays he took us out in the forests.
He made me feel the joy when I ran down the hills the wind blowing in my hair.
He introduced me to the pleasure sitting by the fire after a long skiing trip reading a good book.
He also taught me not to promise more than I can fulfil.
My mother taught me to appreciate good paintings.
She taught me about colours and compositions and the pleasure of making my own things.
From her I have learned to follow my intentions.
When we were young she read a lot of stories.
She took us into the magic of books.
She told us about a Father we could turn to with our joys and sorrows,
not a strict Father with at lot of rules and prohibitons but a mild and including Father.
From my oldest sister I have learned to be honest.
She was always plainspoken.
My grandmother was a good listener.
We felt that she always had time for us.
I hope my grandchildren can say that about me some time.
I remember when we were togeher in the summers in their cabin. I can still feel the smell of the food she made for us.
From my brother and sisters I have learned what gift a big family is.
The family is always there for you even though the distance is far.
That makes me feel rich.
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