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I heard the news today, oh boy...

My cousin George has died. Mum called me with the news -- I can't take it in. He was 42.

When we were little, my mother's sisters, their husbands and children, lived very close to us. Later, they both moved away taking their families with them, but for the first ten or so years of our life, my sister and I always had our cousins around. There were ten of us altogether, eight of us really close...now one has left our happy family circle for good.

Tjop, as we called him, was more of a younger brother than a cousin. He and I got along very well; we shared a love of learning, of history and archaeology, and music -- it was Tjop who taught me how to play the guitar (well, only the one song actually, Deep Purple's Smoke On The Water). We didn't see each other all that often, but we kept in touch through the occasional postcard and phone call...Only a few weeks ago, Mum ran into him, and later related that he had expressed his regret that he hadn't seen more of us lately. I instantly resolved to call him up and make plans for a reunion...then I got caught up in the dailies and never made that call.

I wish I'd made that call. At least, I could have spoken with him one last time. I could have told him I loved him...though I probably wouldn't have. It was understood, though...or so I believe.


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Dec. 12th, 2006 09:55 am (UTC)
Dat klinkt alsof het erg plotseling gebeurd is. En nog zo jong... Gemiste kansen.

Met oprechte deelneming,

Dec. 12th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)
Het was inderdaad heel onverwachts. Naar het schijnt heeft hij zich de laatste week niet lekker gevoeld, maar vond hij het niet de moeite waard naar de dokter te gaan -- ook omdat hij (nog) niet verzekerd was. Hij logeerde het weekend bij zijn vader, die hem gisterochtend dood onder de douche heeft aangetroffen. De exacte doodsoorzaak is onbekend, maar volgens de schouwarts wel natuurlijk.

George was de jongste thuis; niet getrouwd en had geen kinderen, al begon hij daar zoetjes aan wel een beetje naar te verlangen. Hij wilde vroeger altijd geschiedenisleraar worden, kon goed vertellen en kon ook uitstekend met kinderen opschieten, maar raakte gaandeweg zijn studie gedesillusioneerd en verliet uiteindelijk de PABO zonder diploma. De laatste paar jaar werkte hij als planner bij een koeriersdienst, maar zoals je zegt: gemiste kansen.
Dec. 12th, 2006 01:50 pm (UTC)
Love to you and all your family x
Dec. 12th, 2006 03:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Tori.
Dec. 12th, 2006 04:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, so sorry to hear that. *hugs* Hope you're okay.
Dec. 12th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I'm bearing up; but tearing up every time I think about how I'm never going to see him again. It's strange to think that someone you've grown up with, someone you've known all your life, will suddenly not be there anymore.

Dec. 13th, 2006 03:47 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry, sweetheart.
Dec. 13th, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)
Thank you.
Dec. 15th, 2006 09:13 pm (UTC)
Missed this the first time around. I'm so sorry, love... *hugs*
Dec. 16th, 2006 08:40 am (UTC)
Thaks. We like to think that if there is such a place, he's happy in the hereafter.
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