I cannot get over it. Nothing to do with father rights but a lot with fatherhood.
On Saturday, November 8, Jordi Seriola (naked on the picture with his son, Marc) gave his wife Siret a good-bye kiss at four in the morning. He is a heavy, frantic biker. He is going for a morning bike ride in the country side of Sabadel, a little town not far from Barcelona (Spain). He promises his wife Siret to be back for Marc’s lunch, which he cannot miss. He will ride back to the bike store which he owns.
Two hours later, Siret is waken up by the police, who tells her that Jordi is dead. Killed by a twenty- three old driver who had three times the legal limit of alcohol in his blood.
Jordi was thirty three years old, happy with three things in mind: his family-Siret and Marc- biking and nature. I don’t know how to say that in Catalan: I think of you, man.