“The sun has disappeared, and the light there still is, is left in the atmosphere enclosed by the gloomy mist as pools are left by the receding tide. Through the sand the water slips, and through the mist the light glides away.
Dear Boomer friends, I am flying to Sint Maarten with my sister’s son for a dignified farewell to his father—it is his wish to do so, as my sister cannot bear it. It happened on September 11, 2021: after a beautiful boat trip, he went to bed in the evening, exchanged goodnight kisses, and turned over—only to pass away. It was a tragedy. We are receiving this trip for free from the hotel. My sister’s son has worked at Schiphol for 25 years—kudos to him—and received a beautiful gold pin; he would love to place it by his dad’s urn when we are back in the Netherlands. A beautiful and touching gesture. I am standing by him! Lots of love and have a wonderful weekend, Dayenne and Sebastiaan.
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