I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your Arne. He was truly special and will be deeply missed

Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dílis

I remember meeting arne for first time it was my first time ever being in oslo it was me my mom my brother and my grandfather frank .we got to this place called aaros we went to this house on a fiord and this giant came out with this small woman named Joan i couldnt believe how big this man was and how strong he was he lifted a boat engine by himself and I looked at my granddad and said how can these people be nearly the same age😂😂and then it got even better because I was extremely into what i liked to call extreme sports skateboarding arne then preceded to jump on the skateboard and start doing tricks i couldnt believe what was seeing he stopped after joan told him to let me have ago . then i strated to hear of stories about skiing during the war and stories of how he and Joan met I couldn't believe what I was hearing and lives that had been led loved and lived to the fullest .may he rest in peace ❤️❤️❤️❤️

<3

Lavangen 2018

HAN SER

Han ser. Han ser sin barndoms fjord.
Eit sig av minner; her han for.
Han ser alt, slik det ein gong var.
Her stelte mor. Der rodde far.

Det same synet før han såg,
då verda uviss framfor låg.
Han snudde seg, han tok farvel
med fjorden - glødande mot kveld.

På vegen vid var mangt å sjå.
Alt framandt var han huga på.
I krig, i fred - eit signa band
heldt mannen fest til heimestrand.

Han kallar seg ein olding, no.
Men opp på Brekka må han jo.
Han går med stav, for det er tungt.
Men blikket over fjord er ungt.

Lavangen, 2018