Når efterårets gyldne blade faldt til jorden, og vinden hviskede stille mellem Roskilde Domkirkes høje tårne, gik Astrid ved siden af Mikkel op ad de gamle stentrin.

When the golden leaves of autumn fell to the ground and the wind whispered softly between the high towers of Roskilde Cathedral, Astrid walked beside Mikkel up the old stone steps.

Den store dør til kirken var tung og skar sig knirkende op, som om mange århundreders historier blev skubbet til side for dem.

The large door to the church was heavy, creaking open as if centuries of stories were being pushed aside for them.

Inde i kirken var der stille.

Inside the church, it was quiet.

Lyset fra de farvede glasvinduer faldt blødt på gulvet og tegnede billeder af helgener og djævle i levende farver.

The light from the stained glass windows fell softly on the floor, painting images of saints and devils in vivid colors.

Astrid følte en vis ro i rummets storhed, men også en tunghed, der mindede hende om, hvorfor hun var her.

Astrid felt a certain peace in the grandeur of the room, but also a heaviness that reminded her of why she was there.

En kære, elsket person var gået bort, og nu skulle hun sige farvel.

A dear, beloved person had passed away, and now she had to say goodbye.

Mikkel, altid ved hendes side, skævede roligt til hende.

Mikkel, ever by her side, glanced calmly at her.

"Vi er her sammen," hviskede han og sendte hende et opmuntrende smil.

"We are here together," he whispered, offering her an encouraging smile.

Astrid forsøgte at smile tilbage, men hendes hjerte var tungt.

Astrid tried to smile back, but her heart was heavy.

Tabet var endnu så nyt, og hun længtes efter noget som kunne give mening.

The loss was still so new, and she longed for something that could make sense of it all.

Efter mindehøjtideligheden, hvor hver tone fra orgelet syntes at vibrere med sorgens kableark, besluttede de at gå til gravene inde i domkirken.

After the memorial service, where every note from the organ seemed to resonate with cords of grief, they decided to visit the graves inside the cathedral.

De gik langs de takkede gange, forbi gamle kongelige hvilepladser, hvor majestætiske grave bar på historier fra fortiden.

They walked along the serrated corridors, past old royal resting places where majestic graves carried stories from the past.

Astrid stansede op ved en stor gravsten, hvor en engel i marmor så ud til at beskytte den afdøde.

Astrid paused at a large tombstone, where a marble angel appeared to be watching over the deceased.

Det var her, blandt disse åndelige minder, at hun følte tiden stå stille.

It was here, among these spiritual memories, that she felt time stand still.

Mikkel stod stille ved siden af hende, tålmodig som altid.

Mikkel stood quietly beside her, as patient as ever.

Pludselig kom det til hende.

Suddenly, it came to her.

Minderne, de gode øjeblikke, de levede oplevelser - det var alt, hvad de havde tilbage.

The memories, the good moments, the lived experiences—these were all they had left.

Hun huskede latteren, de delte, den varme støtte i svære tider og de stille stunder af fælles forståelse.

She remembered the laughter they shared, the warm support in hard times, and the quiet moments of mutual understanding.

Disse ting kunne døden aldrig tage fra dem.

These were things that death could never take away from them.

En tåre trillede langsomt ned ad hendes kind, men den bar ikke kun sorg.

A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, but it carried not only sorrow.

Der var også en mærkbar lettelse.

There was also a palpable relief.

En accept af, at selvom der var sagt farvel, levede de dybeste forbindelser videre i hjertet.

An acceptance that although farewells had been said, the deepest connections lived on in the heart.

De to forlod domkirken i stilhed, lyset fra eftermiddagens sol skånede dem i en gylden glød.

The two left the cathedral in silence, the light from the afternoon sun bathing them in a golden glow.

Astrid vidste nu, at hun kunne gå videre.

Astrid now knew she could move forward.

Med Mikkels støtte og minderne som skinnende lys i mørket var der en vej frem.

With Mikkel's support and the memories as bright lights in the darkness, there was a path ahead.

Da de gik ud over kirkens terræn, følte Astrid en ro, hun ikke havde kendt i lang tid.

As they walked across the church grounds, Astrid felt a peace she hadn't known for a long time.

Hun gik videre, bærende på kærligheden og de dyrebare minder, med en fornyet følelse af fred og accept.

She moved forward, carrying love and precious memories, with a renewed sense of peace and acceptance.