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
How wonderful to see your voice online! We often think of you as well. Will pass through the U.K. In August.
You’re never forgotten.