This past Saturday morning, my farmor (father's mother in Norwegian) passed away peacefully in her sleep. My dad had flown to Norway two weeks ago because she was doing poorly, and we're all so grateful that he was able to do so.
She was a wonderful spitfire of a woman who was married for sixty-one years, raised four amazing children and lived to enjoy the company of eight great-grandchildren. She will be greatly missed.
We're just happy to know she's at peace now.