This was the last Christmas we were all together. My son left for New Zealand July 2005 and my mother passed away in July 2006. I am glad that I have this photo to look at when starting the festive season.
I am privileged to live in New Zealand since 2009. Also near my only son and his lovely family.
My son and his wife are interested in purchasing a small holding(farm). Last Monday we went out and had a look at a huge piece of land with incomplete houses and buildings. Too expensive and too much to renovate and complete.
Yesterday, Saturday, I got a call: “Hi mum, would you be interested to have a look at the place we had visited two weeks before?”
I am always game for an outing. This time the realtor would unlock the place so that we could have a good look inside.
We were a bit early. The realtor turned up a bit after eleven. She climbed over the wooden fence. Looked around and could not find the key. Bertus and Stella also climbed the fence to have a look for the key. They decided to put Bea’s push pram and Bea also on the other side.
Then came the best part!
I had to climb the fence too! At first, I could not even pull myself up to try and get my leg over to the other side. Then we decided that I should try the corner of the gate which was more stable. It helped. I could get up and my one leg over but I could not turn my other foot to get my other leg over the fence. I had to use my foot that was on the other side to push the other one around to get my leg over. Wow, at last, I landed on the other side. Bertus helped me from the outside and Stella from the inside.
We walked around the paddock. The next door cattle were looking at us in interest as if they could not believe their eyes!
I did not walk all the way around the whole piece of land. The lady found the key and we went inside. We took chairs outside and sat in the shade for Bertus and Stella to return.
Back again after a long hot walk. I enjoyed relaxing in the shade, very tranquil and peaceful.
My first time in a real bath!
It was awesome!
All clean and neat.
Daddas work invited me to their
Christmas Party for kids.
We had lots of fun.
We went for a ride!
Last night I had a special night with Bea. Mummy and Daddy went to the movies and we had to stay home.
The first thing was eating dinner. On the menu: fish, potatoes and asparagus. The asparagus did not go down well! Then time for her bottle with milk. Bea’s eyes started to close but she kept on drinking. After finishing her bottle she was wide awake again.
We had a good time together. I loved every moment of looking after Bea.
I can read Ouma! Look at those little toes.
Bea brrrr’s with her mouth
My dear friend Jan gave a lovely bib to Bea.
I gave it to the parents and
She had to put it on straight away.
THANK YOU, AUNTY JAN!
Beatrix and Mom Stella visited me this morning.
Beatrix nearly four months.
She loves watching movement on the TV.
I described my mother and my father for my writing group in the local Library.
Both descriptions are of my parents in the hospital before they passed away.
My Father passed in 1994 and my mother in 2006.
Mum in hospital
Frail and bony hands were on top of the blanket. She taught us that you never sleep with your hands under the covers. Her handkerchief clenched in one hand. She regularly swept or just held it under her nose. Pale blue eyes looked at me in recognition. Eyes kept wandering up to the shelf where a toy husky looked down at her. “He winked at me. His tongue is hanging out, he smiled at me “came the shaky words. Her hair was sparse and bland. She looked so fragile. She never complained about pain and yet one could see it in her eyes. Her body was swollen twice as big as normal, from all the water caused by heart and also kidneys failure. The physiotherapist came, Mom wanted to show how strong she was. We had to support her; she could hardly sit up. She still asked:” Is it good enough?” She was brave until the end, not complaining about all the pain.
Dad in hospital
He sat in the chair next to the bed.Old and tired of the life. His hands clenched around the armrests of the chair. Those strong hands, which worked hard throughout his life, looked old and wrinkled. The oxygen pipe in his nose helped his shallow and irregular breathing. He was still fighting against the world and its many injustices. He could not make peace with circumstances. Surviving World War II in the Netherlands nearly totally had broken him. He even accused my mum of not loving him at the end! She was the one supporting him his whole life. He just did not trust or believe anyone. He kept on fighting against all will till the end.