This morning, Nemesis called me and said I had to sit down. I was nowhere as prepared for what he had to say next.
Björn, one of our "infamous" Far Side gang, had passed on. While the reasons are not for sharing, it is needless to say that this was a guttpunch of the highest caliber. He was a year my younger, and leaves behind a wife and two sons.
Björn was one of those people you immediately took a liking to. Rough around the edges, a true hulk of a posture, only reinforced by his Viking like beard and baldshaven head, he was one of those people you could always count on. If he said he would do something, he did.
Always the first to help, and the last one to close the bar because just in case something heavy needed moving for the barstaff, he had a heart of gold. A soldier, in the truest sense of the word, he was that reliable backbone in any group or club that you can have.
And now... he is gone. Of to that far side of the galaxy. Of to Valhalla.
Or as he liked to quote on Facebook:
Hear! Sons of Kahless.
The blood of battle washes clean.
The warrior brave and true.
We fight, we love, and then we kill.
Our lives burn short and bright.
Then we die with honor and join our fathers
in the Black Fleet where we battle forever,
battling on through the Eternal Fight
The blood of battle washes clean.
The warrior brave and true.
We fight, we love, and then we kill.
Our lives burn short and bright.
Then we die with honor and join our fathers
in the Black Fleet where we battle forever,
battling on through the Eternal Fight
Take care Big Guy, I`ll miss ya...