First, will just say I once again question a bit why we use terms like "fuck" and genital descriptions to describe bad things. Like, some words like "shit" does make sense. But why do we have this thing were we use a "good" word to describe something bad, and vice versa?

Anyhow, back to the point. While I haven't really mentioned it to much of anyone, I just came home from my dad's funeral. They got snuffed out by a grade 4 brain tumor. And aside from tumors/cancer being utterly pointless as it only kills itself. I can say the whole funeral was very well put together. Did not expect that many people there. Almost filled up the entire church. Around three different military things were there, the entire leader squad of the local scouts and lots of friends and family. Was kinda there I noticed how popular my dad actually was.

Granted, he has been more than around :P Sailed most of the world, been in the FN and UN, unofficially invaded Finland, had two wives, built a corporation from the bottom up and been a supporting pillar for multiple organizations. Still, as a Norrlänning into the bone, really sucks they went out in such a lame, undignified way... oh well. I can't really think of too much else to say. Other than I will never forgive myself for doing a "sexy cry" when they died. I will say though, I will embrace their last thoughts. They might have not been much of a emotional speaker, but in their last weeks of pseudo consciousness, they left notes for me and my sister with that whole "You are unique, be proud of who you are." thing. I'm gonna do that thing our local burger king does: Roll down the windows and give the middle finger to the opposition :P