when I was young - almost a child - we heard constantly Roxette.

in the morning, when we were in school, at home with Louise, when we got ready to ungdomsfesterne in Stavnsholthallen and in the CD player, you could have in your ears. It was so smart.

I could actually write a whole column about how it is that bun to Roxette in a tent in the Loop, but I will save you. In each case here.

this text should probably more be about death than about Marie Frederiksson and Per Gessles favourites and my embarrassing summer vacations in the Loop, which was fired in 'the Warehouse' on lots of cheap Lambrusco.

The Swedish sangeringe had brain cancer and died sadly this week after many, many years of illness.

It did Henriette Zobel also. In his own home. And alone. What she exactly died, that the family doesn't - but it always snaksaglige priest, Unsourced Statements, however, would like to share, that Henriette died after a long illness and 'not be able to hang together.'

And it was banal. Yet not so banal that offentligeheden need to know. Marie was 61 years, while Henriette was 57.

It was really old, then I stood in front of the mirror and dullede me up to the party - but today, I think it is inconceivable young. Far, far too young.

Anyway, it dawned on me, that it is a part of becoming an adult; that people are dying around you.

My father died in 2005. At the time I was seven years older overnight, and was a member of a club, I up to then had not anet existed; us with a dead parent.

My brother died in 2017, and there I was a member of another group sørgere. I had been little sister without having a big brother. It was extremely lonely. I took just 10 years to alderdomskontoen.

In 2018, I said goodbye to good colleagues at Radio24syv, Nedim and Louise, and in 2019 to Morten Lindberg. Neither Nedim or Louise reached their 40 birthday. Morten was 53.

Now, it should here not be a long tudetur, but nevertheless I sit and think about, when I myself from here. I have two small ones at four and six years. They need me for many years, and quite frankly, I will fucking be sorry not to be able to follow them to the door, follow their development and perhaps even experience them as true adults.

But it is not given. It has gone up for me, that it is not of course to be old. It is a privilege - if you have health with him. the

All the fine plans you can as well get realized now. There is no reason to wait, “to old age”, for enough time can be button now, but what the hell does that mean, if the delete is not there, when you become the so-called old and had thought his pensionstid on the sea or on a Guggenheim Museum.

Came to the sea now. Get seen the damn architecture now. Get taught shorthand or dialed to your old flame. If you wait, he might be dead.

I'm not saying that you should live each day as if it were the last. It would be psychotic of. But I am saying that you probably do not need to postpone the life. For it is right now.

Ditte Okman is the radio host of the popular B. T.-podcast 'What we are talking about', where each week she turns kendissladderen with a panel of big personalities. In addition, she is the mother of two, debater, and author of the book 'Thin and rich'.