Elge, Lars-Göran Larsson, was born on April 10th, 1944. He died of cancer the night between the 3rd and 4th of November 2016.
Elge and I met and became a couple when we were still in school and around 18-19 years of age. It was a passionate relationship. We talked on the phone several times a day at the time, and we wrote letters almost daily. At that time mail was delivered several times a day. He wrote a lot, he drew too, and I still have all the letters he wrote to me then. And some drawings.
Elge, I, Ninna and Hans went to Israel together in the spring of 1963.
We had an on and off relationship for a couple of years until he choose to be boyfriend to my best friend Ninna instead of me. We split after we came back to Sweden. Which meant my friendship with Ninna also ended there and then.
Elge was an intellectual with vivid fantasy who always tested boundaries. All kinds of boundaries that I will not mention here. Very smart and intelligent. He loved girls and was notoriously un-faithful to whoever was his girl-friend at the time.
We lost contact for a couple of decades . I know he lived with some women for longer periods, and I know he has at least one daughter. He worked with translations and a lot of other things. And he was involved in groups who did “lives” on various themes. Not my thing, but one of his big interests.
We reconnected in 1995 when he moved back into town and had split with his then woman.
Then we didn’t meet again for a decade or so. Elge continued seeing Hans though and they had some kind of activities together that I don’t know anything about really.
We met again in 2006 and went together to a reunion at one of the clubs in Gamla Stan where we spent a lot of time in the sixties.
Then he moved to Gotland and later to Småland and we lost contact again. Except for his occasional phone calls to me when he needed support and help with either his computer or his mobile phone. And contact via FaceBook of course.
I knew he had cancer as he was very open about it on FaceBook. Hans informed me via FaceBook when he died. It was expected but sad nevertheless. There was a wake for him in December, but I didn’t go, as I prefer having my own memories of him and never really was a part of his grown-up life and activities. We all miss him.
I am writing this on his 73rd birthday, had he still lived. Thinking about him.
Below some pictures of Elge that I have “borrowed” from his FaceBook pages.