We went to Bromma church to look at the lights and candles, and remember those whom we have lost.

Many of my relatives were lost to me before I got a chance to meet them, so I guess I can’t even really say I’ve lost them. Or perhaps they were even more lost to me than if I had known them.

We also briefly visited the beautiful Bromma church. I am not the least bit religious, but I do like churches and organ music.

On the way back we discussed the concept of religion with the kids. It’s all a bunch of fairy tales to them, and for Adrian, Jesus and Oden are about equally real. (They spoke about the origin of the names of the weekdays at school some while ago, and Eric has been reading from a book of old Nordic myths for him at night.)