Sad tidings

This morning, I find myself travelling to Tranås for the funeral of my childhood friend Gabriel’s dad Leif. Growing up, I spent much time in their home, and as I got older, I also got to know Leif better, remembering with fondness our philosophical conversations over coffee in the Krusenstierna gardens.

With the funeral service starting at 11, I am currently in Jönköping at the southern end of Vättern where I plan to return at the end of August to pace Petra for her first official marathon. Otherwise, I will be back in Gothenburg already tonight and remain there for much of the summer as we are getting settled in.