Every day I go to there: I visit Daniel, my son’s grave and I walk the dog. The graveyard here where I live is like a big park, where children learn to ride a bike, people walk the dog – like me – and in the summer people lie there and sunbathe, on coloured towels and with sunglasses – sort of to shut the dead ones out.
The dead ones return
The man and his father
One man decided that his old father would from now on live in a stable. The man gave his father a ragged robe that he could wear and sleep on.
The man had a son. The son said to his father one day, “Father, can you buy a robe for me?”
His father said, “Why do you need a robe? You have clothes! ” The son replied, “When you grow old, I will give it to you. And do what you did to your father.”
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) describes man as one
synthesis of two disparate parts, which may be life and death, loneliness and community, meaning and meaninglessness, for example. One chooses one’s self by relating oneself and one’s composure. It can be to body and soul, to time and eternity, or to life and death. (Nielsen & Sørensen, p. 3 – my translation).
This happened around 1870 that a man took his own life on a in a hut in a place called Aaseral. There was a restlessness in the place after that, people were afraid to be there, so the hut was left deserted.
But there was one who would go and try and dare to stay there one night and find out how it was.
In the middle of the night he woke up and then the dead man stood in front of him and looked at him.
“How do you feel where you are?” the man in bed asked.
“I’m not so bad now, but I get worse as the times passes on,” said the dead man. “Don’t talk about it anymore,” said the other. – I’m scared. You must leave me.
Then the dead man took the knife and put it on his throat, so that the bloodshot stood against the wall and he immediately was gone.
No one dared to visit the place after that.
(Source: Peter Lunde Kynnehuset Vesteegdske folkeminne I, 1923.)