Farewell, friend
A little over a month ago we were shocked to learn of the terrible accident involving our dear friend Jory Prum. After a month in the hospital, fighting for his life, on friday the 22nd of april he passed away.
It is difficult to put into words, the sorrow that strikes you when a friend is so suddenly and pointlessly ripped from your life. How it doesn’t seem to sink in. You keep expecting them to walk through the door, or give you a call, but slowly it dawns on you that they’re gone, and there will be no more meetups, no more phone calls, no new memories to be made. Then, all you want is to remember them, and make sure they’re not forgotten.
Jory will be remembered for many things. He had an amazing career, and his list of achievements is long and impressive, but what truly made him special was his kind heart and including nature, and that big radiant smile that seemed to enter the room even before he did.
It’s often said that when someone pass away, they leave a hole in the world, but Jory leaves no hole. Our lives are only richer from having known him. He leaves love and laughter and so many good memories.
So in the end we rise our cups to our honorary viking.
To Gullskjegg! May our drinking horns meet again under the golden roof of Gimle!
