Last sunday I woke up to the terrible news that Paul Walker has passed away. I remember clearly how I saw the tweet of a friend of mine, “RIP Paul Walker” and I thought this is just another bad joke. But then I saw a text message from another friend, telling me the same.
Looking it up, I quickly discovered that this is not a joke, its reality. Paul had died.
It took me a few days until I realized that this isn’t all a bad dream, that this is true. The shock was sitting deep and seeing my friends mourn, crying over a lost idol, a person that meant the world to them made me feel pretty upset as well. I felt sorry for them, sorry for their loss. I wanted to embrace them all, hold them, kiss their cheeks and…
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