ABOUT MY PARENTS

ABOUT MY PARENTS

Now come the best and worst stories of a 74 year life. Starting with a sad but also beautiful story. For me losing of both my parents within 4 months was a huge shock. We had survived all, the Japanese concentration camps in Indonesia and the difficult and fine years in Holland. On May 22nd my mother passed away, my father just stood there, very upset as if he had ended up in a nightmare. Disoriented he walked in his apartment. He was on the phone all day, asking: “what shall I do now, how do I do that, what would your mother want me to do, etc.”
He often stayed with us and I loved that. We talked about my mother for hours and he tried to be brave. Less than two months later he got a cerebral hemorrhage at home. He couldn’t talk anymore and was completely paralyzed at one side. From Leiden I could have him transferred to the hospital in Goes and from there to a nursing home in Zierikzee. I could visit him as much as I wanted all day, those were my best days with him and I was hoping for further recovery.
One morning, less than 2 months later, I got a call that he had had a heart attack and at 9 o’clock he was laying in the hospital in Zierikzee with various infusions. There my father was, he couldn’t talk anymore, he only could move his eyebrows up and down. Once was yes, twice was no, that way we could talk together. Sometimes tears ran down his cheeks. The whole day I hugged and talked to this very very dear man, holding his hand all the time. At 17.00 hours Willem came and at 7 o’clock p.m. a nurse came to tell that things weren’t going well. Doctors came and said: the end is near we can not save him. My sweet dear father, for the last time, he looked at us very sweetly, a little crooked smile and he was gone. God, how I cried.
Our life together had ended, my great support, my great friend, who had brought the family back together, was gone.
How he had lugged, first on his moped (Solex), later with a Ford Anglia and later even better. He managed to give us a fantastic life in Holland, not rich but good, solid and secure. He was never angry, there was only one thing that he did, he talked for hours. It drove my mother crazy: punish them, send them to their rooms. But no, he just said: child, listen to me, why are you doing this? Then followed hours full of wonderful discussions with someone who was never angry, it was great.
After his cremation we walked through their apartment, then you realize how awfull dying is. His cup of coffee was still there, his watch on the nightstand, his clothes on the chair. Also all his stuff in the bathroom, any minute you were expecting him home. This all has to go, my fathers live was over, for good.
Then came the most dreaded moment that we had to empty the apartment. All of their lives passed through our hands. Afterwards, it took me a year before I was functioning normal again. The apartment was sold and we inherited also a considerable sum of money.
My dear husband said: before we start renovating the house, you first have to do something for yourself, something you would like the most. For me that was regression hypnosis, back to past lives, but how and where do you do that in Zeeland in 1987.
On the floor at our door was a newspaper and while wiping my feet, my eye caught an article in the paper, it read that a young homeopathic medical hypnotherapist had opened a practice in Zonnemaire, what a coincidence! I called immediately and could already make an appointment for the next day. This lovely young woman is now, for already 30 years, a friend of mine. It took three sessions of 2 hours before it really happened, but then there was no stopping. There were numerous short visits to past lives in different times and an encounter with my deceased parents. This was so extraordinary, so real, so fantastic. I did not want to have missed this for the world and I learned a lot about myself and my life. (will be continued).
Dinkie