Dear Subo, 23 years ago, when Anna asked me for my opinion about choosing you as his life partner, I agreed without hesitation. Yet for many years I was not able to give you the place of an Anni in my heart. Perhaps it was because of our similar age or the distance, with me living abroad. But 2025 became our year. I remember that day in March on your terrace, when you spoke openly about your illness. From that moment, something special grew between us. Later in October, we spent an entire night talking honestly about our families—those words stayed with me. On your birthday, 07.12, I sent you a voice message for the first time. You replied warmly and ended with: “Mach dir doch nicht immer so viele Gedanken, Sagini.” I spent the following week reading Bible passages about thoughts. That is why I called you when I heard you were in the hospital—on 23.12 at 15:36—never knowing those four minutes would be our last. When I later sat next to Anna, he held my hand and said: “Du konntest sie nie als Anni akzeptieren, und jetzt, wo du sie akzeptierst, ist sie nicht mehr da.” In that moment, my heart shattered. Subo, you were a loving person who taught me how to speak with kindness and live in peace. “If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.” — Romans 12:18 You are deeply loved and will never be forgotten.