Text written 19 May but I decided not to publish then.
Grief is below the surface. Much closer than you think.
I had a happy morning, sunshine, nice plans for the day and the evening. I was happy for having reconnected to an old business contact I hadn´t seen for 10 years. That typical high energy business management consultant that you always have fun with. That type who trained as much as me by that time - perhaps even more - and who loved discussing gym, biking and swimming. That type you could joke about 40-age-crisis when he was telling me he had started up training for Triathlon. That type you always got stuck with in the corridor whenever we happened to meet which wasn´t very often since we had contracts at different sides of town. That type of contact that always made me feel good the short meetings we had.
I smiled sitting there at the bus watching the landscape and the harbour in morning sunshine. I decided to see if he could be found on Twitter. I did a quick search and first post was linkedIn which was already read. Then I saw the second one and I started to sob hysterical even before opening the link. I didn´t manage to read...I tried...but I couldn´t. Not at the bus.
