R: "I know. So do I.
Guess what, when my mind drowses off I suddenly find myself in a street
in Pienza. Or Lucca."
K: "I was thinking of New York today."
R: "That's even better, New York. Good for you!
We did it. We did all of it."
K: "Do you still know who I am?"
R: "I do. Of course I do."
Kenji ordering huge chunks of meat at the butcher shop in the Via San Zita or Kenji waiting in line for his Double Shackburger at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park. How could I ever forget? The love of my life is not someone who requires digging in my memory: in my heart Kenji lives on fighting fit.
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Mooi!
pfff...wat zwaar. Wederom: sterkte!
Ontroerend...Veel sterkte ,Kenji en Roos.
Martine
Mooi Roos... ((()))
Mooi dat jullie dit kunnen bespreken en krachtig dat jullie zo goed terug kunnen gaan in de tijd. Ik hoop zo dat er over een tijd nieuwe plaatsen bij komen, waar jullie later dan weer aan terug kunnen denken.
Fijne zondag! x Marjolein
Dear Roos; I read this with a warm heart. You are right, "We are not our bodies." and because of that the healthy, happy, extraordinary Kenji -that you love and tell us about- will always be alive and loved, as long as his spirit is remembered, and far beyond that.
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