My great friend and colleague Wim passed away yesterday, totally unexpected. During the night, probably while sleeping, he got a heart attack. My friends back home tell me he looks at total peace and they expect him to wake up any moment. As if it is a cruel joke. He was supposed to join us next week in Sri Lanka and we were all looking so much forward to that. It’s beyond comprehension.
The past years he has become immensely important to me. His love, his enthusiasm, his encouragement and stimulation and just the person he was. We enjoyed each others company enormously and he was one of the few for whom I didn’t have any secret. Or better: I could share everything with. He made me a better person by listening to me, sharing his stories and always supporting me. I’ve changed during the time that we were together and I feel grateful for that. He has left his marks within me. By looking inwardly I will always find him. That makes the loss a little less.