Dutch Skies

By RonBuist

Never enjoying vanilla ice cream together again...

Exactly one week ago I blipped a shell combined with a very dark poem. I wrote it myself and it describes how we felt after we received the devastating news that Martine's uncle was terminally ill.

Today he passed away; this time he could not win the fight against cancer. A fight he did win 23 years ago, but not this time...

Jan Emo Smid was a great man who ran his own department store in Winschoten with great passion. Only a couple of months ago the store was sold and he retired.

Whenever we went out for dinner, he would always have vanilla ice cream for dessert and I always had the same. He will be missed...

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