I miss you so much. And I’m sorry I never told you. You should have been 73 years old today. I would probably not have forgotten to call you to wish you happy birthday. I was actually seriously thinking about inviting you on a trip with me to China and to see your friend in Japan just in the week before I spoke with you for the last time 5 minutes on the phone briefly probably the day before you died probably of a heart attack in the shower and inundating the whole house. The neighbors only found you 2 and a half weeks later when they saw water leaking out of the house. Phone records show you never called anyone after the day that followed us speaking for the last time. I thought I couldn’t afford inviting you to come with me on your first trip to Asia as my credit card was already maxing out. This video is the first of 10 parts filmed by my Danish high-school friend at your funeral on July 5th 2013 in Switzerland. I hope you’ll like it, and I’m sorry if I don’t speak with my sister well enough yet. This is all still so shocking. You were supposed to see me getting children at some point in the future, you were supposed to see me succeed in business about technology. We were supposed to go to Brazil together next year to see Switzerland play in the World Cup. I’m sorry I never invited you to see your favorite team Bayer Moenchengladbach play in their stadium. I was too busy being lazy when I was not video-blogging these past 10 years! Sorry I didn’t help you more financially, I should have bought you a new car when they possessed yours 4 years ago. Most importantly I’m sorry I didn’t speak to you more politely, that I nearly never sat with you at the dinner table and that I didn’t spend a day without insulting you about stupid things in the last 10-30 years. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you more about our family origins, about your travel stories, about your passion for music, movies, culture, history, women, you could have taught me so much more, but I didn’t listen enough, I should have listened more! I should have scanned all your thousands of slides and pictures when you asked me several times while you were alive so you could have told me stories about who and what is on all those masterpieces that you took all over the world in the 60’ies, 70’ies and 80’ies, many of your photos will have to stay mysterious to me and to my sister forever now. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you more about your mother and about your father, about your uncles, about your brothers! I want to know but now it’s too late! Where am I from? You knew but I didn’t ask. Sorry I didn’t convince you and my sister to see each other more often in the last 20 years, I should have convinced you to visit my apartment in Denmark even though you swore you never again would go to Denmark after what happened to you there. Sorry I post videos about you to my YouTube channel, I never spoke about you to all these people while you were alive! Sorry I don’t follow all the football matches which you have missed since you died. I didn’t watch Basel in the Champions League (although I watched the full rerun of them beating Chelsea later), I didn’t watch Bayer Moenchengladbach in the Bundesliga, I didn’t even watch Switzerland win all their matches in the World Cup qualifiers. I know you would have been disappointed at me not watching all those matches! Time difference with Asia and my busy times video-blogging isn’t an excuse! Sorry I didn’t watch any of your favorite French TV shows since you died. I have no idea if those shows and those TV presenters are still on the air, I guess they are.
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My dad, perhaps 45 years ago:
