When I grew up, there were oodles of cafés in my town, but one of them was considered the most … posh. Almost every Saturday, my Mum brought me there … she had coffee with her friends and I had something else, a soft drink, probably … and most importantly: a pastry.
Back then, you were served at the table, the waitress brought a tray with pastries and you made your choice from there, along with your order of drinks.
The waitress there, was the most elegant woman I’d ever seen in my life back then! This was long before the word ‘styling’ entered the Swedish language, and at my young age, I thought she looked like a movie star! She also had this way about her … her smile was ‘real’, and she made you feel special … like she really cared about you! Her memory was amazing too! She never needed pen and paper when she took the orders in this crowded café …always remembered who ordered what.
The years went by, this café closed eventually [and unfortunately], she later run the cafeteria in the hospital. I came back, after having lived elsewhere for four years, when I saw her in the hospital lobby. Wouldn’t you know it … after all these years, she remembered me by name and greeted me as if I was a long lost friend! That was who she was … she made people feel good!
I’ve mentioned in an earlier blog post about how a Facebook group has started for my town. This group is amazing in itself, as it now has 2,500 members … that’s almost about how many people live there! Ha ha! No, there are a few more, but still. Just for fun, now that I’d read this obituary, I searched the group for the name of this café and found about fifty posts. Not ONE post about the café without she being mentioned! I wish she could have read or heard about how many sweet things were said about her! Her daughter will now though…
She was an unofficial Härnösand icon!