In memory of Óliver Einarsson

A friend of mine lost her son in a traffic accident on May 22nd.
He was hit by a jeep on a country road while driving home on his motocross bike.
He was only 12 years old.
 
Today was his funeral.  A very unique and moving ceremony with live rap music by Úlfur Úlfur and other songs and texts he liked to listen to.  
The reception afterwards took place in the gymnasium at his school during lunchtime and the guests could choose between all his favourite foods;  pizza, hamburgers, sushi, mussels, two different kinds of soup and for dessert we could have icecream and his own "secret-recipe-white-chocolate-cake-without-chocolate-and-sugar".
 
He was an active and intelligent boy, a brilliant athlete with lots of energy and good ideas.
 
Pencils were one of the things he frequently used as a thing to experiment and play with during lessons.  His parents usually joked about this habit and having to replace his pencils a million times since he started school six years ago.  At the funeral everyone was handed one yellow pencil with the hymn sheet and after telling this story the priest counted to three and we all broke our pencil in half...that was a very special and memorable moment.