My mother would have turned 99 last Friday. I therefore think of her farewell four years ago. My youngest son made a long walk and could not possibly come back, so he sent her an app on her own mobile. I read it and was moved. “Dear grandma, we saw each other before I went on a journey. You are now also going to make a trip and go where it is beautiful and your grandfather will see again. ” My deep -believing mother looks at me and says, “You certainly don’t believe that yourself.”
Rian Los
Readers are the authors of this section. An ikje is a personal experience or anecdote in a maximum of 120 words. Submit via iknrc.nl