Carlo Gallucci, from Barcelona, Spain:
When I knew, I was very sad. North_Ranger was a great guy, and I didn't know what to say about his death except that it really saddened me.
But I started thinking. Why? Why was I so touched by the passing of a man I had only known through the indirect ways of the internet?
And, as I reflected, I knew that it was, of course, because Mikko was a part of me. Some of his stories became mine, because of his warmth, and his cheerfulness, and him being an all around great guy. Some were happy memories, and some were not as happy, but they were inside me to accompany me trough my life.
So, every time I hear the name Sasha, I go to the internet for a few minutes and try to check if it's really just a man's name or if, when he was a soldier, he had properly named his rifle with a female's name after all. Whenever somebody speaks of children growing, or whenever I realize my little sister is becoming a preteen, I remember his feelings with the aging of his nephews, who used to come running to him calling his name and perching on his legs and then didn't anymore. Whenever I think of red bushy beards, of renaissance fairs and of suspenders, it's easy that Mikko will appear in my mind, usually smiling his nice and warm smile.
And If he has left me with so many memories, a guy on the internet who knew him in this indirect mediated way, I can't even begin to imagine how many people that he met in person have a place for him in his heart, and will remember him fondly for years, even forever.
I know I will.