Meg here, one of my bestfriend’s was staying with me for the past 5 days. He was 23 and adventurous and brilliant and everything full of life and kindness. He never came home last night. He was not here in the morning. He loved to try new experiences and was very excited about his plane flying lesson. I got a call there was a chance he was on the small plane ( 2 seater) that crashed yesterday evening. Everyone on board was killed. I drove as soon as I heard to Santa Monica airport feverishly praying this was just a fluke coincidence. I went to speak to anyone with ears and they would not release the name to me. His father was just called in Sweden, where my great friend is from and it is confirmed, he was instantly killed. Now I sit on my couch (where he was staying) among his jacket and computer and clothes and I am in shock.
Love the people in your life, you never know when the chance to hug them will be taken away. Take care of yourselves. I need some time.