It happens in 3

Three deaths in 3 weeks. First Lill-Babs (a Swedish singer), then my grandmother last Monday, then Avicii last Friday. My mum says that deaths always happen in three and so far they have.

I was sad to hear about Lill-Babs death, of course, because she was beloved my the Swedish people, myself included. But as she was quite old I was not extremely surprised. She was a bit of a national treasure and seemed like a very kind soul. I hear that she was battling cancer at the end but that she stayed strong and warm, in spite of it. She was a role model to be remembered.

Then my grandmother passed away. My mum sent me a text with the news while I was at work and for a while there I couldn't function because my brain had gone into a sort of fog from the shock. I wasn't surprised that she had passed, since she had been very ill with Alzheimer's Decease for years, and had been sent into a hospice only days before her death because she refused to eat, drink or take any medicine, but the news still stunned me for a bit. Mormor <3

I have so many fond memories of her that I will keep with me for the rest of my life. There was a reason that my favourite thing to do as a kid was to "go to grandma's". I wish I could have had her around for the last years of her life – and by that I mean that she wouldn't have had to endure the slow but sure deterioration of her mental health. To no longer be able to take care of yourself, and forgetting simple things such as showering and getting dressed, must be excruciating. Of course, by the end, I doubt that she even remembered that she forgot. Alzheimer's is a horrible and evil decease that stole my grandmother from me, but I she will never truly leave me. Nor will my other grandparents – now I have none left.

And then, five days after my grandmother's death, I had just come home from work and was chilling on my couch. I opened up Instagram on my phone, and three pictures of the same guy popped up at the same time. "What the hell?" I thought and took a closer look at them, and I gasped. Avicii... dead? I was shocked and sad to hear the news, because he was so young: only 3 years older than me.

But it was after watching the documentary "Avicii: True Stories" that I realized just how tragic his story was. I had no idea that he was struggling with all those health issues, both physical and mental, and it saddened and angered me that no one around him seemed to notice or care. He was drowning and the people in the industry responded by stomping on his head instead of pulling him out of the water. The doctors stuffed him full ketamine and lots of other drugs, including one that resembles heroin, and sent him on his way. He tried to tell people how much he was struggling, but no one listened. The whole documentary clearly shows him becoming ill, being drugged, and having a panic attack when they talk about him doing more shows, and it made me so angry to watch. How could people not listen to him?! After a lot of resistance from everyone around him, Tim (Avicii) finally decided to stop touring so that he could be happy. But he clearly wasn't...

A couple days ago, his family wrote a public letter which hinted that Tim "Avicii" Bergling had taken his own life. This was my suspicion, but to have it confirmed was heartbreaking. It is so sad that someone so young and talented decided to end everything because he couldn't take it anymore. And the worst part is that it probably could have been prevented, had the industry not put so much pressure on him. No one is supposed to have to live up to the incredibly high expectations that he did, and no one should be allowed to fall so deep into their mental illness that they feel like there's no way out. It's unbelievably sad.

Three weeks gone. Three amazing people gone. All struggling at the end. I hope that they have all found peace now. My thoughts go out to the families and friends of Lill-Babs and Avicii, and my love goes to my grandmother, and all my family, dead or alive.