We'll always have Paris

Our last holiday before cancer struck, was to Paris: visiting Kenji's parents and celebrating Christmas in a snow covered city of light. I remember Kenji being tired, to the extreme, and edgy. Not at all his usual self. And I remember how disappointed I was. How I worried about my marriage - for the first time since
we said our vows.

Kenji was indeed not himself: around that time the leukemia was already eating up each healthy cell of his body. A frightful thought and also a reassuring thought. Nothing was wrong between us.

A lot has changed since Kenji's illness, not only for us, but also for our close relatives. Kenji's parents have moved. Au revoir France and welkom to the Netherlands.
Today we finally visited their new house. Not by public transport as we would used to do, that kind of independence is long gone. Two cars drove each over 400 kilometers to pick the four of us up and bring us safely back home again. What an act of love: they might just as well have driven us all the way to Paris.