This morning at 8.34 hours Ed van Daalen, my beloved husband, passed away. we still kissed each other good morning, them while I made the morning coffee, nurse came to give him his insuline and warned me, so I could be there to kiss him a last time and wish his soul a good trip home. next post will be about the cremation, <3, Nan
In the fellowship of writers are more writers, who did have printed books, and oone of them is Pattimari. She, just like me, likes fairytales the most
( Read more... )
Ed's walking and living pace is getting very slow, he walk by cm's now instead of inches each pace. The nights are more often bad, luckily not this night, but it gets harder each day to activate him to something
( Read more... )
A few times in life you have a friend, you see sometimes oft, sometimes not for years, but every time you do meet, you just go on were you stopped last time
( Read more... )
Alsothe only possible conclusion: nothing new. With the worse weather more aches and pains, slower walking and wearing fingertop less gloves outside already for me too
( Read more... )
Nothing new time slippes as sand through our hands and does not stop for what purpose, 'op' we do say in Dutch, meaning worn out: the days go slowly with more and more difficultly. Only the beauty brought in from nature breaks the daily grind like nature grinds the stone till nothing is left as sand of time going where? Nan, 19-09-2012
We had the worst outside but inside it was bearable: Ed tried the airco but complaint it did blow hot air: logical, he did not close the windows. That I did later myself and
( Read more... )
Today we made the final decision: the old help comes back and the new one comes (without the agency) to help with things more pleasurable, but as necessary as the homework
( Read more... )