Unfortunately, the mail was an announcement that he had been in a motorcycle accident. He had taken up that hobby again in recent years. He had died in hospital.
Last tuesday was his funeral. I saw many of his students, and former colleagues and other people from university. There were no less than three choirs in the service, since he was a member of a Byzantine Choir as well. The church was quite full and it reminded me of his lectures, how you sometimes had trouble finding a free spot.
And there was his French friend and colleague, Jean. He had come from Lyon for this funeral. And exactly three years earlier, I was in Montrond (which isn't very far from Lyon) for another one.
I didn't know him as a particularly religious person. It is probably just that one gets sucked into tradition, on these occasions. The same was true for Isabelle as well, she wasn't religious at all, and neither are her parents, but still there was a church service.