I am a first generation American, born to Finnish parents who came to the USA in the 1960s. In 2002 I visited Finland and thought that I was well prepared for the emotions that I would encounter on my visit. I’m a career missionary and am accustomed to moving between different cultures, and I was raised by Finnish parents, how hard could it be? I learned that I was sorely mistaken.
I remembered you
The first time we met
You became familiar to me
When we said,
“Hello, how have you been?”
I didn’t remember you
Until today
My family,
My friend.
I remember your faces
And names
I take you with me
Familiar places unknown
Carried inside me
I will remember
You
My family,
My friend.
Remember me
Although we may not meet again
Remember my name
Remember Africa
Where serving the Lord I have been
Please remember me
Your family
Your friend.
How could I ever forget the Queen of England.
Nan and I think of you and your family often with great affection
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How wonderful to see your voice online! We often think of you as well. Will pass through the U.K. In August.
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You’re never forgotten.
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