Day 8 - Passing

My ex-boyfriend lets me know in the morning our dear friend in Amsterdam passed away. He lost his fight to cancer.

I ask if I can call him. He is crying; I’m in shock. I can’t believe he’s no longer here, can’t imagine him gone.

My mother, who can’t remember anyone who visits us, still has his visit from 2014 clear in her mind. How beautiful he was, she says. What a shame.

I used to tell him my mom hadn’t forgotten him – it made him so happy to know. Now it’s his turn to never be forgotten by us.

Day 9 - Grindr

On our movie date, he mentioned Facebook had suggested me as someone he may know. I speculated whether our conversation on WhatsApp had shared data back and forth.

He sends me a friend request a few days later and delivers a surprise: I know his userpic! I’d seen it before: we had chatted to each other two years ago, on Grindr.

Did he approach me on Daddy Hunt because he recognised me? Or is this a gift from the fates?

His next day off is Tuesday but we haven’t decided if we see a film again, or do something else.