On October 18, 2017, Frits sailed away and arrived on the other side. I don’t know if they celebrate in Heaven, but I expect that they do. In other words, there is a pretty big party going on there today. Here, we celebrate, too. That he arrived safely in Heaven and that we will see him again.  

I met Frits when I was just 17, many, many years ago. About getting married, I don’t think there was a ‘yes’ moment. It grew as we got to know each other. We simply felt we belonged together.

I seem to remember that he had the idea of buying us rings, and I know that he asked my parents if he could have me for his wife. He didn’t need to ask me. There was never any doubt in my mind that we belonged.

Reading in his hand-written letter that we were totally in ‘His hands’ upon our immigration to Canada, it seems to me that he thought so, too.