One thing that has the sure potential to make me cry is the kindness of strangers. How weird is that? It does not even have to be an act toward me, I can witness something and still get mushy. Like yesterday. The City of Copenhagen have not been keeping up with the snow clearing lately, especially not so in my neighbourhood (the lowest of priorities when it comes to everything, really), and I have deemed it not worth the risk making it to the bigger roads by bike. So I walk, making small detours in my own neighbourhood, and yesterday I passed this. I instantly recognised it as a shrine, and once I read the note I was a pile on the ground. Imagine making such an impression on your surroundings. I hope he somehow knows.
Our old sailor Kalle
The early riser and angel of us all
friend of the children and the dogs
passed away quietly this morning
on December 20th after a brief illness
We miss you our dearest Kalle!