When Abba was ill -
My father was diagnosed with cancer in May 2012.
At the time these images had been taken, I’d been telling myself that it was to be a recording of how my father would fight, how my family would see him through this horrible time, of my mother’s love for him.
It took some time for us to realize that it was a malignant, fairly advanced and a viciously growing tumor. It took us his death to realise that there never ever had been any hope.
He passed away in November, the same year, in the industrial town he lived and worked.
I guess all things pass.
Often slowly… and sometimes abruptly.
In time my memory congealed into vague impressions of what I thought I saw, blurred and faded. These photographs are almost all I now remember.