† 25 April †
On Sunday something tragic happened. Something, that cannot be understood.
He was a pastor. "A good one, a unique one", that was what everyone said. Always had an open ear for everyone. If you had any problems , he would try to solve it. Any problem - but his own problems.
At the age of only fiftynine he committed suicide.
The last week was a dark week. So will the next weeks be. Even worse, if nobody understands why you are suffering. But how could I ever explain what he meant for me. I simply can't. All I can say is that he was much more important to me than everyone thought. I am not talking about love such as between two lovers here. I am talking about friendship.
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