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K\u00e6ru f\u00e9lagar,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00deegar texti af \u00feessu tagi er skrifa\u00f0ur rifjast upp \u00f3tal minningar sem annars hef\u00f0u ef til vill legi\u00f0 \u00e1fram \u00ed dvala. Vi\u00f0 kynntumst Hauki fyrst \u00feegar hann var me\u00f0 s\u00edtt h\u00e1r me\u00f0 allskonar d\u00f3ti \u00ed, berf\u00e6ttur og me\u00f0 flautuna \u00e1 lofti. \u00dea\u00f0 var \u00ed \u00edb\u00fa\u00f0 \u00e1 Grettisg\u00f6tu fyrir 10 \u00e1rum s\u00ed\u00f0an \u00fear sem vi\u00f0 leig\u00f0um herbergi og hann var i\u00f0ulega gestur. Okkur fannst hann skemmtilegur, \u00f3heftur, upp\u00e1t\u00e6kjasamur og svo bj\u00f3 hann yfir br\u00e1\u00f0smitandi prakkaraskap. Vi\u00f0 br\u00f6llu\u00f0um \u00fdmislegt me\u00f0 honum \u00ed gegnum t\u00ed\u00f0ina. \u00c1 l\u00f6ngu t\u00edmabili var hann me\u00f0 lykla a\u00f0 heimili okkar \u00ed Vesturb\u00e6num og gekk um eins og hann vildi. Samgangurinn var mikill og \u00feykir okkur v\u00e6nt um \u00feann t\u00edma sem vi\u00f0 \u00e1ttum me\u00f0 honum og \u00feeim manneskjum sem vi\u00f0 kynntumst \u00ed gegnum hann.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vi\u00f0 minnumst Hauks ekki einungis sem samherja \u00ed hinum \u00fdmsu m\u00e1lst\u00f6\u00f0um heldur sem einstakri pers\u00f3nu sem bj\u00f3 yfir samkennd, k\u00e6rleika og f\u00f3rnf\u00fdsi sem var ekki s\u00ed\u00f0ur smitandi en prakkaraskapurinn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00c1star- og bar\u00e1ttukve\u00f0jur,
Pontus og St\u00edna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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K\u00e6ra Eva, Fatema, fj\u00f6lskylda Hauks og vinir,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hugur okkar leitar heim n\u00fa \u00feegar Hauks er minnst fyrir allt \u00fea\u00f0 mikla sem hann hefur sta\u00f0i\u00f0 fyrir \u00ed gegnum t\u00ed\u00f0ina. \u00dev\u00ed mi\u00f0ur getum vi\u00f0 ekki veri\u00f0 me\u00f0 ykkur \u00ed dag, en vi\u00f0 sendum ykkur okkar hjartans strauma og styrk yfir hafi\u00f0. Haukur tendra\u00f0i b\u00e1l \u00ed hjarta okkar, lj\u00f3s sem aldrei slokknar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ykkar,
J\u00f3n Bjarki Magn\u00fasson og Hl\u00edn \u00d3lafsd\u00f3ttir<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Hello all of you in Reykjavik,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It’s been an emotional weekend for me here in Northern England, knowing that you are gathering in honour of Haukur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m remembering the wooden house we lived in for a while in 2011, over near the airport. We had wonderful visitors, from all over the world! Good music too. And two frogs in a goldfish bowl turned up, that he was looking after for a friend. „Maybe the only frogs in Iceland“, we reckoned. Precious days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know Haukur gave his life doing what he believed in with all of his body and soul. And for that he is a kind of god. Right? Yes. That may indeed be the truth. But he was not only a warrior.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was a visionary, a poet, a trickster. A maker of music and mischief. A learner, a teacher, a leader. He loved life, he loved people, and he knew that we could do better. And for these qualities I remember him. Somedays with a heavy heart, but always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shine on Spark!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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