Andreas Selliaas has written the most touching blog post here in Norwegian. I’ll allow myself to translate most of it here, as well as I can, but if you read this and like it then you should visit that post and tweet it or whatever to pay tribute to the author. Beautifully put, in a very sad way.
Sleepless: On each side of me my children lie and cry quietly. They cannot sleep. They are very sad. They find it difficult to say what they are thinking. Many thoughts run through their minds. The only thing they know is that they are sad, really sad. So sad that they have to cry and not sleep. My daughter wonders if she can take on everything at the next swim practice. She is afraid of dying. Did Alexander die because he swam too fast? My son says he cannot sleep because he’ll never see his biggest idol again. It wasn’t just Alexander who looked forward to the Olympics. Alexander is the only real idol he’s got, the one he has a passionate relationship to and who did that swimming was accepted among the pals at school. And now he is gone.


