We’re bringing Mom home today. After she passed away on November 1, and the pain and sorrow of her loss has ebbed away a bit, it’s time to bring her home. With home we mean the southern part of Dutch Limbourgh, there’s also a Belgian and German Limbourgh.
We left Amsterdam around 9.30 this morning, my younger sister picked me up and Big Sis took in Dad. Just past Eindhoven we met each other for coffee and talked about where we would scatter her remains. We all had places in mind but the one my Dad choose would be the final resting place.
Further south we went, meanwhile remembering things that had happened on those many trips south towards Heerlen, her place of birth in 1920. About the way things had changed, the walking trips Gramps loved to make or sitting under the big oak tree looking over the valley or walking down the hill, crossing a countryroad towards Welten and its watermill. The tree is still there but now has a bench and wastepaper basket, the hill and valley is still there but the countryroad has changed in a highway and Welten can only be reached from a different direction. Not all change is good.
Then we toured the countryside towards Slenaken and Teuven which is just across the border of Belgium. Going up and down through the hills on very curvy roads, the only way to know if you’re in the Netherlands, Belgium or Germany is… the lampposts. My Dad was looking for that special spot they both loved so much, her final resting place, looking out over the valleys…
That’s where we scattered her ashes, back in her beloved Limbourgh, we only don’t know if she’s on Belgian or Dutch soil. (no lampposts in the middle of the woods).
We’re staying the night in an abbey on the border of the Netherlands and Germany, and tomorrow we go down furter on Memory Lane.