So My mother’s aunt, Tante Jet passed away last week. May she rest in peace.
Yesterday I flew back to Holland and was just in time (read: 3 minutes late) for the service,
due to a badly timed purse-loss in the Burger King that was on the way from the airport to the service.
It wasn’t a bad service. Or well, I did have some trouble with the last speaker. There were three speakers, her brother, who is just not a very good speaker, my aunt, who has taken care of her for the last years, and her niece, who surprisingly decided to end her speech with a prayer, while all who knew Tante Jet, know that she would not have appreciated that.
Anyway, it was a good enough service and we shared some great memories.
Today I’ll be flying back, packed with Dutch foods, Halloween and Sinterklaas stuff. I hope I can get the food through customs. I think it’s a load of crap that you can bring whatever you want if you drive your car there, but are restricted if you fly. I mean, it’s not explosives or anything, it’s just cheese and bread…
