Sayonara, old farts

Doomsday, the Netherlands.

My parents left this morning for South Africa, where they'll be touching down in Johannesburg this evening at 21h00.
A night in a hotel, then on to Port Elizabeth tomorrow morning.

I'm distraught.
Sad.
Grieved.

That KLM-plane at the back took them away, and I watched it all the way until it finally disappeared behind the grey clouds, wings shimmering in the half-sun.

Now we're home again and it feels empty.
I liked the togetherness-feeling, knowing they were just down the garden path.

Just breathe in, and breathe out again today.
It was never going to be a good day anyway.

Never.




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