This is Isaak. I sat beside him on my train ride from New York City to Montreal. Over that long journey, we talked about a lot of things. He told me about what he wanted to do in life and that he was looking forward to going to Sweden for a bit. I could tell that he was bright person and a good friend.
He was visiting New York and was on his way up to Montreal enjoy the Osheaga music festival which was a coincidence since I was doing the same thing. When we got to Montreal, we exchanged numbers so we could meet up at the festival, however, Osheaga was so big and hectic that while we did text each other, the meet-up never happened. I did get to wish him a safe journey home.
I just learned that on Monday Isaak was killed in an accident. He was biking along Whyte Avenue in Edmonton when he clipped a parked truck's mirror, lost control and fell under a moving cement truck.
I only knew him for a day. I can't imagine what his friends and family feel. This world has undoubtedly lost something special.
I'm sure I have more to say but it'll have to wait - I'm too angry to keep writing right now.
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