On wednesday January 17th, my grandmother Wilhelmina Anna Visser-Van Wieringen passed away. The picture above shows her in the summer of 2006. Still vital and unaware of the cancer that had slipped into her body.
Although it is quite pathetic to complain about the death of a 98-year old who had quite a successful life, i do so anyway. The problem with a human being of this age (amongst others): they have been there for such a time, you can not imagine a moment they stop this stubborn habit. I am 40 now. Will i have 58 years to get used to her absence?
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