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Lieve Robbert, Sacha, Margalith en Asher

Wij zijn jarenlang de overburen geweest van oma Pinny Baruch in de Merelstraat in Leiden. Daar hebben we Rebecca als klein meisje leren kennen wanneer ze bij oma logeerde. Ik weet nog dat Pinny het niet zo leuk vond dat haar kleinkinderen altijd laarzen droegen in plaats van schoenen. Maar voor de kinderen was dat helemaal geen probleem.
Wij hopen dat de volgende tekst uit het boek September van Rosamunde Pilcher. Jullie troost geeft.

Death is nothing at all. It doesn’t count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I and you are you and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you have always done. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we have always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name ever be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is an absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I’m out of sight? I am but waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near just round the corner. All is well.
Duthie en Anneke

Anneke Kirkaldy

Leiden