If I were to die there would be people missing me.
I'm important to my close family. There would be a lot of crying. Very much broken father, mother, grandfather, grandmother. One brother who would feel like someone just sledgehammered his heart and one totally devastated sister, whom - I'm afraid - would get into big depression.
Then there would be some shocked friends and farther relatives, men and women alike. Most just wouldn't believe I'm dead.
One girl who would cry.
There is also one woman somewhere around the world, if she is alive still, who would read the message about my death, delete it and go on. Later at night when she would be home she'd open a bottle of whiskey, pour herself a glassful, pick it up, smile, say something like "So, you're dead Joonas." , swirl the whiskey in the glass for a while, "Well I'll drink for that.", drink the whole glass in one go and pour herself another. Then she'd wake up the next morning with a killer hangover, lay in her bed and think "We all have our time yours had come, is mine around the corner?" Then she'd proceed to kill her hangover, clean out the empty bottles of whiskey and go on life as normal.
If I just vanished? My sister, father, mother, grandfather and grandmother would miss me. Some others would feel bad for it but most would just pass it off as strange "I wonder where he went"-kinda way.
PS. I love your avatar Gigi.
