It is always sad when loosing a friend, a relative, and today I have lost a friend.

Perhaps that friendship has had its' problems, perhaps due to language, perhaps due to beliefs, perhaps due to culture, perhaps due to clashes of personality, but it is not good to dwell on what went wrong, but to remember the good times.

Some weeks ago my brother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, and gradually he went down.

Today he lost his fight, and has joined his ancestors to watch over those that remain.

I feel a little empty, but I must keep my state high, as I have nearly 30 people here in Milan waiting to start the last day of the course I am delivering.

Life continues for the rest of us.