Reminiscenses
Happiness is a quiet emotion, filled with colors and radiating warmth to other people. My beloved wife Nicole had these qualities. She often smilingly, called herself a four colors pen with which she loved to write as a child, after having bought a bouquet of flowers or a new shirt. Nicole had a fine sensitivity for the well beïng of family and friends. And had a soft spot for children with disabilities or chronic diseases. She wanted to become an intensive care nurse for children, but circumstances didn’t allow for that. Her extravert personality matched surprisingly well with my more introvert character. Accepting that making a photo might take 20 minutes, while reading a book in the car. And allowing for some of my photo’s to be hung in the livingroom. But these she really liked. Always full of energy and joy, and a drive of never giving up, her health slowly deteriorated over the years. We were happy together for fourty years. After her death a few months ago, I could capture my internal reflections of these qualities in a photo. A lily from one of the many bouquets from her funeral. Soft colors, tranquilly radiating outward. The revival of the senses when seeïng alive, now slowly becoming memories, fading into eternity, abstractions with faint structures, reminiscenses, still residing in my brain.
