Jacob Aberkrombie

· 05 Dec 2020

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Quiet grief.

The last few months, things have been a little difficult with you.
One after another came, hospital in and out, and your health was already delicate.
Yet you always managed to get back up somehow, you were a tough one!
Despite your sometimes grumpy character because of your miserable past, you could still be gentle, worried even, and very loyal to friendship.
For 15 years, you and my girl were buddies.
For hours, every night on the phone, and I. . . I think in those 15 years I've worn out most of the headphones!
Phone conversations, every night, yes really, I thought it was amazing!
Two hours was short before you babble and girls talk.
I believe the record is at a less than 4 hours, God will know what you all discussed, really, every night!
Became the one sick. . .became the other too, it was sometimes too bizarre for words!
Family troubles. . .joh, everything came up!
Owja. . .sometimes, very sometimes we had a little chat together, although that was not often.
The strange thing was, we couldn't do without each other, either!
I remember when you stayed with us temporarily because of circumstances.
Fireworks!
“Either I get out, or that smurf”. . .yes. . I said that.. . .
Oh, my God, walking on tiptoe, I know, I wasn't the easiest one, and you as a smurf dominant tried to nip my sometimes wild frats in the bud, because your buddy, my girl, had given it up a long time ago!
And then I looked at you and I said,
“You may be too old to play with dolls, you're not too old to go over the knee”!
no. . We didn't really lay each other. . . very sometimes, but the strangest of all was that if one needed the other for whatever reason, we were there for each other..
Most importantly, I thought you were there for my wife, your buddy!
After there was a disagreement between you and your daughter, who decided by a childish thing, that you were not allowed to see your grandchild that you were so fond of!
Grandma Pukkie, as the little one called you, fell prey to quiet grief.
You once said, and what do those words sound like, “That child, your daughter, will be my death again”!
You were still healing from your leg injury that had a plate put in, but at least you walked again..
Until you tripped again. . .your wrist broke, your whole face was purple from bruising, depression struck, stopped eating, didn't want anything more.
The GP failed to come by, I called him angry and said. . “If you don't go to her now, and don't do it, I'll make you work with my lawyer”!
You were temporarily admitted to strengthen.
And yes, after a few days, you started grumbling as usual, so you made progress, two weeks later you were home.
But you were too afraid to walk, afraid of another injury.
And the leaves fell off the trees, along with the fabrication corona which made you even more lonely, you threatened to fall back.
Why?
why. . .Grandma Pukkie. . . Or was that exactly why?
Because of that little one you were so fond of!
When I picked you up a few weeks ago for falling out of bed. . You said, “I don't want to die, Jacob.”. . . .
I gave you a sermon that you were strangely happy about!
You, that little smurf who finally listened to me!
The next day you proudly told me that you had eaten something again, and that I was right.
But I had already 'seen' it. . . . . .though I had a small hope of.
And now, as I write this, my head flashes through that your daughter once created a group app. . .
“How to get rid of the Sandra virus”. . . . scandalous but true!
Soon after, go back to the hospital. . . You had to have your buddy when you called.
But he had just had surgery at the hospital and was asleep.
On the phone, just before you were discharged, you said what we only knew afterwards: “I have a choice, whether to quit smoking, or die.”.
“Then that choice is quickly made San, because you don't want to die yet” I told her.
“Call back later, your buddy is really broken.”.
Not knowing her phone was almost empty, so it didn't come from calling. . And that's still eating at me!
But. . . You didn't want to die. . . Spiritually you were still quite bright, but your body was gone!
At first, we didn't know where you were admitted, and when we knew it, we weren't allowed to join you. .of your family. . .very strange all!
You went. . .half three nights. . .you still called. . .” no, no, no”. . and then it was quiet according to the stories.
A week after I lay you back on your bed, you went. . .56 years young.
At your cremation, your buddy wasn't welcome, your daughter, full of hate just did this to you for a while!
Morbid hatred. . .you were right, San.
And that little. if she's big enough. . . she'll go looking for Grandma Pukkie, we'll tell her all about you how crazy Grandma Pukkie was about her!
Your buddy misses you. and I secretly also a little.
I hope you, wherever you are. . . be happy, and if there really is something after this life, we're gonna see each other again someday.
Day Sandra. . .small smurf. . .we love you!

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#corona
#eenzaamheid
#dood