To: My dad's tenant

Dear Mr. Hartmann, or should I just call you Nils. Even though we only met once when you came to my house, and I doubt we clearly remember each others' faces, I still cringe at the news that you had recently passed so suddenly. The fact that my dad's bike played a part in the accident makes my family feel as if somehow, we are responsible for the tragedy. Our hearts go out to your family in Germany, whose grief must be such that 'devastated' is an understatement. With your homecoming only days away, it adds to our regret for the way that you have gone. Our only comfort lies in knowing you are in a better place right now.