My mother got it mixed up a bit. She thought that Halloween coincided with the Norwegian equivalent “Alle Helgens Dag” – all the Saints Day. It didn’t. Alle Helgens Dag was today, so in line with the tradition we went to the cemetery this evening and lit a few candles on the grave of my beloved father and grandma and grandpa. Everything was so silent in the snow. I really miss them a lot. They were all such kind people. Especially my dad. We could talk about everything. It often ended up in the subjects philosophy, technology, natural sciences and politics. Funny, it seems that my arguments persuaded him several times about what was the right thing to do. Even though he could be head-strong from time to time, he always listened to me and I to him. The best father-son relationship ever!