I was jealous of the stories told about Tove today at her memorial.
´There were so many stories like mine. How she took people under her wing, how she encouraged them, and how she helped them grow and become stronger people.
I wanted to have been special.
And then I knew with a certainty that was almost scary in how right it felt.
To Tove we were all special, which made her so special.
I loved her so much. Words could not contain her. Nor should they. Knowing Tove was a privilege and a joy. That´s why her loss is so unfathomably painful.
Today was filled with joy, and love and light. Today was filled with understanding what we had for too short a time. Today was filled with profound loss.