I never did get around to watching the last couple of seasons of 24. Until now. And I swear, I could hear your car driving up to my house as Jack Bauer once again put his life on the line for the greater Good.

So I pressed pause and walked to the kitchen to make us a cup of yogi to go with whatever you are bringing for fika this time. I guess I´ll have that yogi without both cake and company. But in my thoughts you are with me.

Happiness over having had the best of friends, grief that you are not here and my strong love for you share space with me in front of the TV. Thank you for having me watch 24, thank you for sharing my life if only as an angel.