The old neighbor was 93 when he died in the middle of the corona-crisis. The best man didn't get the funeral he deserved. At his funeral, by all the measures of the lockdown, only his wife, his sons with wives and his grandson were allowed to be present. They were the most important people in his life, though... but there were many more people who had given him a worthy and beautiful funeral. My five are among those people.

Printed and coloured this morning and a plastic folder was sought where the most beautiful creations were put in - they were going to put them down with the old farmer.
No matter how busy the five may be, there is one place where they become completely quiet and quiet: the cemetery.

The flower arrangements that had been blown over by the wind were straightened again by the five - with great precision. They stood extra dwell at the lonely grave of one for us “unknown.” There's only a cross on the ground, there's nothing on it, there's no flowers as the only spot in the entire cemetery. That's why we always think about it for an extra moment.

The drawings were laid down and some words were spoken against the old neighbor. “Until next time again.”
As we walk to the exit I hear Alanis and Corwin decide that next week they will bring a drawing for the old neighbor and for the 'big strang', because so alone, without flowers, without pebble..., that's not fun at all. #corona #lockdown #frankrijk #kinderen #begraafplaats #overlijden #overleden #begrafenis #afscheidnemen #afscheid #graf #onbekendgraf #tekening #onbekende #buurman #oudeboer #lief #respect #instilte #inrust