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My Norwegian Grandma was quite the writer. I just had the privilege of reading one of her diary entries. She was so young but so mature. In one of the entries she told about the day my grandpa asked her to marry him, she was 15. The war in Germany had just ended. When they decided to get married they knew that life would be tough. Her and my Opa had absolutely nothing to begin with. They started out living in a single room, separated from their neighbours only by a hanging curtain, amid the ruins of Cologne. Yet she said she never regretted her choice to get married anyway. Here’s something she wrote (translated from German): “Shared sorrows are half the sorrow and shared joys are double the joy.” – I love that, it’s so true.
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