Homepage of the Nielsen family, a not-quite ordinary Danish family
Working and living abroad has had a major impact on our lives, impressions and experiences from all over the world, has made us what we are, and how we are today, from the early days in Greenland, via the Middle East, East Africa, the all-time favourite of Bangladesh, the Carribean, and the, so far, last stop in Lebanon.
Meeting people with diffferent background and traditions has been an enrichening experience, creating aquatancies and friendships all over the world. We've come to admire and respect, the attitude and energy of people living in countries where the responsibilty for one's own fate is readily accepted, and to appreciate how fortunate we are to be living in a care-free, socially secure society as our own. Some things may not be perfect here, but they could certainly be a lot worse......
When Manfred decided to try his skills at Track and Field in 2009, we had no idea what the consequences would eventually be, not only for him, but also for his parents.
His talents as a sprinter was soon confirmed, and he soon established himself as a main contender in his age group in Denmark.
After 5 seasons, and a bronze and a silver medal at Danish championships he has now "retired" from the sport, with a lot of good memories to look back on.
Inspired by our sons participation in running events (or rather: gently pushed by him!) we decided to join a beginners running program at Køge Atletik Klub in april 2011. A great experience, meeting similarly minded and "gifted" people, and with a very nice and effective coaching staff, we managed to run the required 5km after 12 weeks.
Since then running has become an integrated part of our lives, giving us lots of saisfying experiences at training and events, culminating with completing the Copenhagen Marathon in 2014, in reasonable times: 4:35 for Ester, and 4:29 for Eli
And marathon running has been the asolute highlight of running, the debut in 2014 was followed by participation in both 2015 and 2015:
It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree.
The wound remains. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity,
covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.
But it is never gone.
- Rose Kennedy -
2007, 9th of September fell on a Sunday and Zelda called her grandfather in the morning, to congratulate him on on his 86th birthday.
Now, 5 years later, 9th of September again falls on a sunday, but the world has changed, the grandfather is, for the first time, not around to receive congratulations, and Zelda has left us since that fateful sunday
And now, 7 years gone, the pain is all that remains.....
As the old song goes:
To Everything There is a season And a time to every purpose, under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weepIn
and so it is, we had good times where we could laugh with Zelda, and now we have just too much time to weep.....