Last Friday family, friends and neighbors had the funeral of my neighbor. It was very emotional. I told my boss about it and she saw me dealing with my emotions. Maybe, she said, you should find yourself some help. I'm not quite ready to meet a shrink.
It's easy to tell another one what to do or what not to do.
My colleage is very lucky he survived the plane crash in Amsterdam. He's not the luckiest man because his wife is injured at the back side. I don't know much about her injuries. On the internet I saw a picture of my colleage (at the right, in the white T-shirt) being caterpillared to one of the ambulances.
Poor colleague, I wish him and his wife, aswell as the other victims lots of strenght.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
200 years after Darwin
This evening I cycled back home and came along the hospice were my neighbor would end her life. Two bicycles were parked close to the entrance. It was too busy to visit her I thought.
I already called my neighbor last Friday and she looked in her agenda and said that she also had time on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. She was a bit confused. She probably didn't know that it was Friday.
Tonight at 6.30 pm I was busy making diner when the doorbell rang. It was my other neighbor. She told me my neighbor died this morning. Luckily without any extra pain. She died in her sleep. She had some shots morphine though to kill the pain. At 7.30am CET this morning, 16 February, she passed away.
The sad thing is that she had some anxiety on the night before she died. She called 911 and told there was a dead body in the basement and that she would be next. So Sunday night the police stood at the doorstep of the hospice.
The door was opened by the night watcher and than it appeared to be the address were people die.
Today she's layed in the coffin which was immediately closed. She wanted that.
The last dead person I saw was my father in November 2007. I tell you, then people are used not to say a word.
Some time ago we talked about death and she described the afterlife, where she believes in, as a journey where you don't know where you go. It's not like a cash & carry journey which can be composed in travel stores. Where you know where you go. This is completely different. She doesn't know she told. It's more like the Charles Darwin his Journey on the Beagle.
For me the last 30 minutes with her were the best. Every minute was worth it. Of course after that I telephoned her. That were also very expensive minutes about her travels and the Journey of Darwin to the Galapagos Island, the Beagle, India, Mumbai.
More that 4 years suffering. I respect her toughness, but I hope she now make the journey of her life starting on 16 February 2009 (exactly 200 years and 4 days after Darwin's birth).
Respect Jeanette!
I already called my neighbor last Friday and she looked in her agenda and said that she also had time on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. She was a bit confused. She probably didn't know that it was Friday.
Tonight at 6.30 pm I was busy making diner when the doorbell rang. It was my other neighbor. She told me my neighbor died this morning. Luckily without any extra pain. She died in her sleep. She had some shots morphine though to kill the pain. At 7.30am CET this morning, 16 February, she passed away.
The sad thing is that she had some anxiety on the night before she died. She called 911 and told there was a dead body in the basement and that she would be next. So Sunday night the police stood at the doorstep of the hospice.
The door was opened by the night watcher and than it appeared to be the address were people die.
Today she's layed in the coffin which was immediately closed. She wanted that.
The last dead person I saw was my father in November 2007. I tell you, then people are used not to say a word.
Some time ago we talked about death and she described the afterlife, where she believes in, as a journey where you don't know where you go. It's not like a cash & carry journey which can be composed in travel stores. Where you know where you go. This is completely different. She doesn't know she told. It's more like the Charles Darwin his Journey on the Beagle.
For me the last 30 minutes with her were the best. Every minute was worth it. Of course after that I telephoned her. That were also very expensive minutes about her travels and the Journey of Darwin to the Galapagos Island, the Beagle, India, Mumbai.
More that 4 years suffering. I respect her toughness, but I hope she now make the journey of her life starting on 16 February 2009 (exactly 200 years and 4 days after Darwin's birth).
Respect Jeanette!
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Life
What did Darwin think when he wrote things down in his dairy when the Beagle took him to undiscovered places? He collected material which he brought back home. That material he studied and compared. I don't know exactly how he did it, but at the right moment he wrote his book On The Origin Of Species By Means Of Natural Selection.
It was published in 1853 by an editor named John Murray (and coincidental Murray did win the ABN AMRO tennis-tournament in Rotterdam today) From that moment man begin to think about his real origins. The evolution of mankind by coincidence.
A few day's (or night) ago I thought about a girl I studied with in my youth.
By coincidence her name appeared as first name on a list of the school we visited together years ago.
I googled on her name and found that she has a small company (Joe the Plumber like) close to my hometown.
There was more. I learned that she had mental problems for 10 years. She went to the psychologist. Therapy learned her that she hasn't dealt with the past of her grandparent who was in fact a collaborator in World War II.
The strange thing is that she is third generation!
These things live a life in the brains of people and are passed to next generations. Some alterations make mankind better adapted to crises. The evolution hasn't stopped.
It was published in 1853 by an editor named John Murray (and coincidental Murray did win the ABN AMRO tennis-tournament in Rotterdam today) From that moment man begin to think about his real origins. The evolution of mankind by coincidence.
A few day's (or night) ago I thought about a girl I studied with in my youth.
By coincidence her name appeared as first name on a list of the school we visited together years ago.
I googled on her name and found that she has a small company (Joe the Plumber like) close to my hometown.
There was more. I learned that she had mental problems for 10 years. She went to the psychologist. Therapy learned her that she hasn't dealt with the past of her grandparent who was in fact a collaborator in World War II.
The strange thing is that she is third generation!
These things live a life in the brains of people and are passed to next generations. Some alterations make mankind better adapted to crises. The evolution hasn't stopped.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sissy Britons
In the Netherlands we have a representative in national Parliament listening to the name Geert Wilders. He made a movie called -Fitna-. He tells us that Islam is a danger for freedom in our country. He says more. He can say that because there is freedom of speech. Now the man is invited by a English MP to show his movie in the English Parliament.
The English Government didn't allow Mr. Wilders to enter Great-Britain.
This is unacceptable. Outrageous in fact.
A country which almost invented speakers' corner doesn't allow mr. Wilders in because of his opinion.
I think it's also not respectable to ban Mr. Wilders for the Dutch nationals who voted for him. He is a member of an European National Parliament and in the EU there is freedom to go where you want, even if you're a political nobody like me.
I think that Great-Britain has made a mistake not accepting Mr. Wilders. This must be a misunderstanding.
I think the Britons simply don't want him because of his haircut.
The English Government didn't allow Mr. Wilders to enter Great-Britain.
This is unacceptable. Outrageous in fact.
A country which almost invented speakers' corner doesn't allow mr. Wilders in because of his opinion.
I think it's also not respectable to ban Mr. Wilders for the Dutch nationals who voted for him. He is a member of an European National Parliament and in the EU there is freedom to go where you want, even if you're a political nobody like me.
I think that Great-Britain has made a mistake not accepting Mr. Wilders. This must be a misunderstanding.
I think the Britons simply don't want him because of his haircut.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Italy
In Italy a young woman died
What happend in Italy with Eluano Englaro is not really extraordinary. The media attention makes it horrible like manslaughter. But is it?
Now (February 26) she has passed away and does the media still write? Am I right that the mass media fooled itself again? Mass media doesn't know the meaning of the word integrity.
What happend in Italy with Eluano Englaro is not really extraordinary. The media attention makes it horrible like manslaughter. But is it?
Now (February 26) she has passed away and does the media still write? Am I right that the mass media fooled itself again? Mass media doesn't know the meaning of the word integrity.
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