woensdag 19 februari 2014


Those strong, soft hands wil never again touch the flowers in my garden, prune my grapes, carress my cat Venus or my cheek, saying......hey live is ok, smile mum...........

I dont know how to go on and wont be here for a while..............

donderdag 6 februari 2014

R.I.P. my beloved David

this is my son David as he sat in my garden..........so often. Eachtime he visited me we sat in the garden because he liked to smoke his rollies and i didn't like the smell.  Two weeks ago he asked me if i liked coffee in the garden. I said no, it was raining and 6 degrees. We talked about art for hours...painting, grafitti, textile art, drawing.........he knew about all and was not shy to tell me about it. He had a very confident taste. He played with Venus my little cat...he was the only male who Venus, the shy one,  liked.
Then after more rollies and lots of coffee he went upstairs in the atelier he had in my loft. The smell of the ironpaint went trough the whole neighborhood and i complaint about that also. I often complaint about lots of stupid things.
Now he's gone, i put him in the fire yesterday and learnt a new kind of  friendship.
David had a very large circle of friends and they where with me and Chris (my oldest son) all the hours we needed them. They worked for days on music, pictures and art and showed all of this on his funeral.

I would love you to listen to this song but dont know how to upload it.
I dont know how to live on without my son..............time will show.
For time being i stay with the love of my son/daughter in law. The love of my friends......walks along the river and to much red wine..............