Night time here. After a day with stuff happening, the darkness and emptiness is like mental terror. Coping, coping, coping! Phonecalls. The child psychologist. Memorial Service and Funeral related stuff. Library to turn back his last loan and tell what happened to two of the key personell there at the desk. A state of shock, transferred every time. One other at our local grocery store talking about it. THE THING THAT SHOULD NOT HAPPEN! We went to the Worker’s Museum, meeting a close friend who will take a central part of the musical part of the ceremony who were with…