Uncle Lars was a kind and generous brother to my mom. As they got older, their relationship grew deeper and closer. He would always send her a little bit of money when she was struggling, she never needed to ask. When my parents were splitting up, it was Lars to the rescue again. He showed up with a moving truck and made it happen, and he never complained. He was just a very good brother, a rock when my mom needed it.

As for me, I remember going to visit Lars and it was always an adventure. He would take out all of his chochkis for us to look at - I fondly recall the kissing salt and pepper shakers. I was endlessly fascinated by his cellar and his grindstone. His home was always immaculate for a bachelor, and yet there was a feeling of stepping back in time. But the best part was when he rolled up the rug and took the accordian out and all of the adults would start dancing. It was always so lighthearted and fun at Uncle Lars'.

On our last visit, it was clear that he was aging, but is typical of the stubborn Sveen's, he wouldn't really acknowledge it and held onto his home for as long as he could. Lars, you were a hero to my mom, so in turn, a hero to me. I like to think of all of the Sveen kids in heaven, welcoming him home with open arms. Now, the accordians are going, they're laughing and dancing before settling in for a marathon of Norwegian Whist. Rest now, uncle. You have earned it.

With love and gratitude, Eva