If you are reading this blog, you've either found it by accident, or like me, you still sometimes randomly google the name of someone we all loved and lost because you find it hard to believe, even after nearly 4 years, that he really isn't here.
It seems impossible that someone who touched as many lives as Mikko did, and who changed so many people for the better, could leave such a little dent in cyberspace. Creating this blog isn't supposed to exactly remedy that, and it isn't supposed to become some kind of shrine, just a way of keeping some of the best of him in the world. I think that sometimes what I find hardest about him being no longer here is that there's so damn much he's missing out on: from the huge world events (he would have been flattered, I think, to know that he shared an obituary page with Yasser Arafat, but desperate at more recent turns of events between Israeli and Palestinian forces, and the ongoing occupations of Iraq and Afghanistan) to the celebrations of his friends: the degrees awarded, babies born, new partners, new jobs, new countries we call home.
I hope that anyone who wants to will share thoughts and memories, the things that fill you with a warm glow because you know he would be so proud to know the things you've done, and maybe even a little about the days that still sometimes ache so much.
My grandfather used to say that no-one is truly dead while even the last person in the world who knew and loved and remembered them is still here. I like to think that I prove him right every time I tell someone that.
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