My grandfather passed away last February. Before that, I was allowed to film him, and the material has now been turned into a short film. A kind of obituary.

It explores the emptiness of the days and years that make up many elderly people's last phase of life, where they sit secluded in apartments, surrounded by props from another era, while the present has left them, and future prospects are absent.

The film is a summary of the last phase of a life, and a look into an apartment where the time that goes by is as clear as the time that has passed - both share reminders of our own mortality.

My grandfather lived to be 91 years old. He was an honorary member of St. Johanneslogen Kolbein, a field path finder like no other, a sailor who enjoyed going along the coast and a commercial kitchen consultant by profession. My grandfather was a workhorse and a person who enjoyed life, until his life partner Inger passed away a number of years ago. I experienced him both before and after, and for me he was both a grandfather with whom I listened to classical music and talked about the world wars, but also someone with whom I spoke at a young age about death, emptiness and darkness with.

He was lonely in recent years, but fortunately not completely alone, and I hope that fewer people will grow old alone in the future.