NWinther
Friend of Leo's
May she rest well.
And all the best to you and yours.
And all the best to you and yours.
Perhaps not the song you'd expect from somebody who just lost his mother, but the lyrics are just so fitting.
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum, she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house (Something tells you)
(That you've got to move away from it) In the middle of our
Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
I remember way back then
When everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time
Such a fine time, such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play
Simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us
Two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Rest in peace, Maria Vera "Marijke" Jaegers Coomans
25 6 1947 - 23 5 2023
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Mom in her thirties when I was a kid
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And us both together on my 30'th birthday, 17 years ago.
She had broken ribs on both sides and during her stay in the hospital, they found cancer in her liver and kidneys, basically a death sentence, there was nothing they could do. She said that she didn't want to spend what little time she had left in the hospital, so me, my kid brother and his wife decided to bring her home. So for the last two months she was bedridden, and it was a never ending parade of family members and friends coming around to visit her.
Well, that saying of "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" certainly was true here, we were all ready for the funny farm with so much people coming around every day. Mom herself said that it was a Freak show. The day before yesterday, she gave the permission to administer the Morphine, so she could fall asleep and pass away peacefully.
Today, I told the nurses how grateful I was for the terrific help they provided, they were going "Oh don't mention it, we're just doing our job." but I insisted, SOMEBODY should thank them. I guess mom must have heard me, because only a short time later, she passed.
At the moment of typing, I got back from a three-hour walk because I knew that as soon as the word got out, the parade would return, I wanted no part of it. When I finally got back, her body was taken away.
I'm a wreck, the stress of dealing with all those people coming around and worrying about my mom did a number on me. That day before yesterday I finally had my melt down, I simply couldn't take it any more. And now, I feel empty, almost relieved that it's over, finally a chance at peace of mind. For the last couple of weeks, I could sleep but not get any rest.
Of course, the whole funeral arrangement and all the legalities will still have to take place, but me, my kid bro and my sis in law have already laid down a lot of work in advance. It will be difficult, but we'll do mom's memory justice.
She always said that she wanted this song to be played at her passing, so mom, here you are.
And here's a translation of the Lyrics.
I placed a stone in the stream of a river on earth
To make the water flow differently from before
There's no way of stopping a river from flowing
The water will always find a way around any obstacle
Sometimes filled with snow or rain
Let the water carry my stone along with it
Smoothing it out completely
As it makes its way to the ocean
I placed a stone in the stream of a river on earth
Doing so assured that people will remember me
As proof of my existence
Because by me having placed that single stone
The stream will never be the same.