Monday, 20 February 2012


Tonight I received news that a friend died after getting caught in an avalanche in Austria yesterday. He was a fantastic person, among those that pulled me out of my blackest moment a decade ago, and a very talented man, musically, but also it seemed at times, at anything he decided he wanted to do.

Jaakko, we rarely spoke these days, but you will be greatly missed, not just by me, but by many.


  1. Silme...

    I am so, so sorry to hear this news.

    My heartfelt condolences, to you and to his family and friends.

  2. Thank you, dear.

    My (and I believe many of his friends') comfort right now is that he died doing something he loved. I realised that it is the way I would like to go myself, and that actually made it easier to accept. Unsurprisingly I feel bad about this reaction.. Guilt seems to be a constant part of death, no matter how it came about.

  3. Also, no matter who I miss, the memory seems to pop up and make me wistful att unexpected times decades later. Friends - both human and canine, beloved relatives. They live on in my mind and I suddenly hear their voices in my head, see their reactions in a transparent overlay of whatever I am doing.

    Memory is what makes us immortal.


Be nice!