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A beautiful, dry cold day. The fields and meadows white with frost, the gnarled little willows lining them sparkly with ice, the black shaggy-coated Frisians roaming them breathing steam from their nostrils...It was a beautiful, quiet day today when we went to pay our last respects to Ben, who died just before the weekend. I even spotted a stork high up on a streetlight beside the road!

A good number of friends and relations had come to the crematorium; too many to fit into the hall where we listened to his favourite jazz music pieces and two wonderful commemorative speeches - the first by Best Friend, his half-sister, and the second by her father and his stepfather. Years ago, Ben'd written a nonsense verse in her 'poesie album', a kind of friendship book that little girls in Holland carry with them and ask friends, family and random people they like to write them a poem in and that usually gets lost or discarded or is never returned by the last person they asked well before puberty, and it was this nonsense verse that she took as the starting point and recurring theme for her tribute to him. It was very moving, very insightful, and totally celebratory of his life and personality. Rob, her father, then spoke of their shared love of jazz, good food, fine wines, and the hunt; and Ben's neverending thirst for knowledge -- even during his last stay in hospital, he'd kept a stack of study books by his bedside.

Afterwards, there was the obligatory (at Dutch funerals) round of coffee and cake, followed by the equally necessary round of sandwiches and soup, and we mingled and met with old friends and commiserated with acquaintances, and expressed our deepest sympathies to the family.

I left before the last round of wine and cheese. When I glanced up to where I'd seen the stork before, I was sad to see that it had flown off...

Rest in peace, Ben. You will be missed.



Feb. 1st, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
Glad to hear he had a nice send off.

Sounds like a wonderful person *hugs*
Feb. 1st, 2006 07:46 pm (UTC)
Ben certainly was a wonderful individual - he was warm and kind, and he enjoyed life, learning, music, the arts, and travel. He particularly loved China, and went there several times, also to pick up tips...He was a doctor (GP), but specialised in acupuncture; and he helped a great many people get better with the techniques he learned in the East. He dabbled in abstract painting and sculpting when he was younger, and some of his more interesting works were also on display in the crematorium today.

Yet on the other hand, he was also a deeply private individual, and given to long absences on his own.

Of course, I only knew him as 'brother of'...but I remember having long conversations with him on family get togethers, and I'll miss him at our next gathering.
Feb. 2nd, 2006 09:55 am (UTC)
Sounds like the kind of person to look up to!

Thank you for sharing a little about him with us, am sure he will be sorely missed.

Feb. 2nd, 2006 10:56 am (UTC)
Sounds like the kind of person to look up to!

Oh, definitely! I certainly feel I was lucky in having known him.