On the train back home. Looking out of the window on summer landscape under low hanging clouds. I wasn’t intending to put in a blog post but somehow I am gravitating toward it. Perhaps because of the thick knot sitting like a rock hard lump in my throat. I swallow but it is stubborn. Like it wants to remind me of the sorrows that await.
“But it is merely down to your estimate of them”, a voice echoes. Yes, it is very true, and Marcus is thus never far away. Neither is my mum, who visits my dreams…day as night. …and Sebastian and Victoria…one in a Mexican hat matching his clear blue eyes with equal intensity. And a girl, tucking in at Envy in Amsterdam. Two special moments with two very special kids.