Farewell, My Dear Sister

Goodnight, sweet princess. It is with great sadness that I have to announce the passing of my dear Sister. Hild passed away over the weekend after bravely battling a vicious disease. She was a much loved person and she will be deeply missed by my Father, her husband, her son, her grandchild, family members and close friends.

I will never forget our moments together, enjoying espressos before noon. Mr. Bowie loved her company too and never left her side. But now you are far away, far away and so close. I wish I could find comfort in the thought she’s in good company with our Mother and Brother. I miss you so much.

It’s so hard to believe in anything anymore. How can you take religion seriously? Life sucks big time. Cancer is a bitch.

Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes

“Distant Sky” – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds


Slaap nu maar zacht en zonder pijn, lieve Hild. Ik zal mijn dappere zus, espresso maatje, luisterend oor en soulmate hard missen. Je zal voor altijd in onze gedachten blijven.

Kanker is een smeerlap.



° 15-10-1953/† 03-03-2017



Espresso time. My espresso capsules order arrived today and as always, Mr. Bowie conducted a thorough control to ensure the overall quality. Every time Mr. Bowie wakes up and smells the coffee, he knows it’s time for a treat.

Today is my mother’s birthday so I raise my espresso cup to her. She taught me to drink and enjoy coffee when I was a child. She would have turned 88 today. Happy Birthday Mom, wherever you are.

Mother’s Day

Assumption of Mary. In this part of the world, the area around Antwerp, people celebrate Mother’s Day on 15 August. We believe that the classical Mother’s Day in May is an invention for commercial reasons.

My Mother passed away 13 years ago. I still think about her every day and miss her dearly.


Cherish every moment you have with the ones you love and realize how important they are in your life. Let me hug you, Mr. Bowie.

First Task

Evening school. I went back to school yesterday evening and got my first lesson: a brief introduction to digital photography. My homework is: take three photographs of two isolated trees.
My Mother bought these Osmanthus trees 23 years ago and planted them in my yard.


The Cook the Cat & His Lovers

Mother Cook

“My mother gave me a real kick toward cooking, which was that if I wanted to eat, I’d better know how to do it myself.” – Daniel Craig

The last thing my Mother taught me before she died 12 years ago was how to make coffee pudding. It became my speciality. The recipe is a well kept secret, so, don’t ask.
I’m cooking for my Dad on the weekends. We eat a lot of pasta and rice in combination with fish or vegetarian stuff. Yesterday I made an authentic Mexican rice dish. But I think it scared him off.


Maybe it was just to hot and spicy…

On the Bench

Hold on to the things you love. Here are two more things we found while we were cleaning out my parents’ house. The flat iron was used by my Grandmother and my Mother. The iron was heated on a charcoal heater.
The second thing is an old kilogram weight from my Mother’s grocery store.

Relics 1

Relics 2

A few words about the Pitch Pine bench. In the past, Pitch Pine was a major source of mine timbers in the Belgian coal industry because the wood’s high resin content preserves it from decay. I guess the bench was made by my Grandfather. We found it in a dreadful condition in the basement. The bench is restored by a professional furniture restorer. Mr. Bowie seems to like it.

Bank 2

Saying Farewell to a Home

A tearful goodbye to a house. Today I said goodbye to a home. This is the last time I’ll see the house as it has been for decades. This house holds so many feelings. It’s my parents’ house.

Today I walked around with my camera and documented each room that I remember so well, each of my favorite spots to go as a child, and then as a teenager, and now as an adult. I greeted each memory one last time.

Goodbye and good luck. It’s time to move on. Thank you for all the memories.

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