It’s time again to say good-bye to my mother. Or farewell. The likelihood of her being alive the next time I come to the Netherlands is pretty slim. But I don’t make any predictions concerning her health anymore. She proved repeatedly she’s a tough person.
Right now I don’t even know if I will go back again when she will become very ill again. Or even for her funeral. It’s getting harder and harder to be to the Netherlands for me. I don’t know why exactly, but it is.
Still it’s very hard to say farewell, even though I’ve done it many times now. Too many times. There’s not so much to be said, and of course there is still a lot to be said that doesn’t get said. Fortunately she’s lying alone in her room, since the other three people that were lying in the other beds left to celebrate Christmas at home, but also because it doesn’t really matter anymore. She is there, in her bed, and I’m here, next to her but also very far away. I cry, softly, she doesn’t.
Dec 24 2006
Bye
It’s time again to say good-bye to my mother. Or farewell. The likelihood of her being alive the next time I come to the Netherlands is pretty slim. But I don’t make any predictions concerning her health anymore. She proved repeatedly she’s a tough person.
Right now I don’t even know if I will go back again when she will become very ill again. Or even for her funeral. It’s getting harder and harder to be to the Netherlands for me. I don’t know why exactly, but it is.
Still it’s very hard to say farewell, even though I’ve done it many times now. Too many times. There’s not so much to be said, and of course there is still a lot to be said that doesn’t get said. Fortunately she’s lying alone in her room, since the other three people that were lying in the other beds left to celebrate Christmas at home, but also because it doesn’t really matter anymore. She is there, in her bed, and I’m here, next to her but also very far away. I cry, softly, she doesn’t.
Dag mama.
By mare • english •