LARS THOMAS: On A Friday Night

Dear friends,

It has now been than two months since my wife Jeanett disappeared without a trace. Despite the best efforts of the police in Denmark, and several public appeals on Danish television, we are still at a complete loss as to what has happened to her. But we - myself and our two sons - have to live on as best we can, but we also have to realize that the chance of ever seeing her again is slim. The uncertainty is the worst, but by now we need to say goodbye somehow, to draw a line, and to move on. So I hope all of you in the world of cryptozoology who have shown us so much love and support in the last 10 weeks will take a few moments to read my goodbye, and spare a kind thought for Jeanett every now and then.

I thank you, and hope to see a lot of you at the Weird Weekend in August.

Lars

On a Friday night
On a Friday night, when the sun went down
You grabbed your coat and went to town
“I’ll buy a book and eat a bit”
“I may be a while, an hour or two”
Ok, said I
Goodbye
Goodbye
But that was more than two months ago
On a Friday night, when the Sun went down

But darkness came and went
And came and went again

On Monday morning I think I knew
The world had lost its light
And the Sun was only half as bright

I’ve cried for you
I’ve cried for me
I’ve cried for the boys
But most of all I have cried for the world that lost you
On a Friday night, when the Sun went down

Where did you go?
I wish I knew
Were you sad?
Were you determined?
Were you frightened?
Or just surprised?
On a Friday night, when the Sun went down

I’ve spent my life seeking answers, solving riddles, and illuminating the mysteries of life
But I still don’t know what happened
On a Friday night, when the Sun went down

Did you really have to be the answer that will always escape me?

“Alas”, cries the raven
“Nevermore!”

I guess we will have to do without
The answer – and you.

Farewell, my sweet!
Be at peace.