Another "imagined" syncronosity effect hitting me - grief

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.

In my secret garden

Small small maple flowers are raining down on tables and chairs

I am still catching up with life. I had three perfect days full of gardening, sunshine, salsa and gym activities. I sit right now in the arbour watching the afternoon sun over the meadows. The Chinese maple is raining faded flowers over me and my cup of coffee. The plants - these ones hung up in a tree to get away from the 'killer snails' - is happy.

Catching up with the garden and life

I sit this Sunday morning having breakfast and admiring the fading flowers from the examination party. The lilies smells like a tropical garden. The small pink roses has passed out since a day or so. But they still have their own beauty. I like fading flowers as well as fresh ones.

Travelling to work a lovely summer morning

It is Friday morning and I am heading for work having a "quality day" with myself. I am just going to do things I usually not do. Like travel expenses (not so very fun) and reading blogposts, read course documentation, start up discussions at discussion boards etc.

Om kärlek till dig själv - tågblogging på bloggkärleksveckan

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Om att vilja bli sedd - bussblogging på bloggkärleksveckan

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Ten days to graduation and she is not here

Graduation at "högstadiet" three years ago. The same kind of ritual as at "studentexamen" that will take place in 10 days. All that is missing are the white caps and of course three years of knowledge.