Losing someone who has been such a significant part of one’s life is an experience that’s hard to put into words. It’s as if a piece of your soul has been torn away, and even as time passes and the wounds may begin to heal, the longing is a constant presence.
For 36 years in my life, I had the privilege of having a man by my side who, despite not being my biological father, was the closest I had to one. He took on the role of father with such naturalness and love that there was never any doubt about his significance in my life. For my children, he became the best possible grandfather – a man who poured out all his love and wisdom upon them.
But it wasn’t just in my and my children’s lives that his presence shone brightly. He was also the one who understood and loved my mother unconditionally. He was her rock, her support, and her confidant through all of life’s trials and joys.
The loss of him runs deep, and it is intense. He wasn’t just a man – he was a passionate sailor, a man who loved the sea and the freedom it offered. He was also one of Sweden’s most prominent yet camera-shy criminal attorneys in the last 40 years. He had the best knowledge of Stockholm’s criminal history.
We miss him dearly.
We bid farewell to him and sent him on his final journey on the 8th of March.
/L