My old friend, not a very close friend but he was a friend.
We spoke a lot and hung out as teenagers.
I haven't seen him for years, but he is the father of my Goddaughter.
I have often thought of him throughout the years, just like I do with a lot of people.
Yes, I do think of the friends I had when I was young.
A few days back, I received a phone call, from the mother of my Goddaughter.
He is dead. He died.
Completely out of the blue. No health issues, no depression, no nothing. He just fell asleep.
I suppose it can happen, it's how I wish to go, but not when I'm 44. I want to be about 95.
We cannot choose when and how we leave this world, but I will try to make each day valuable.
I will strive for good health, joy and happiness.
You will be dearly missed Øyvind,
mostly by your wife and your four children.
But I will also miss you.
God Bless you all.