Hi all, last week I heard about a good friend that died in the Netherlands. The news got to me, I became quite emotional about it and couldn't really think about anything else. Last saturday it got to me, I should be at his funeral that was taking place on tuesday. Honza was up for it, so off we went, 1200 KM back to where I came from, my hometown Breda in the Netherlands. Breda is a city with a lot of history, it is the place where the dutch royal family had their first settlement, therefore the city has lots of culture, an old church, castle and so on. After we arrived we went sightseeing of which you see a result in the picture above.
We arrived saturday night at one of my friends where we could stay untill the funeral took place. Meeting him again was a lot of fun, but quite confronting at the same time. As I stated in one of my earlier writings, I am trying to refrain from using drugs, but being in the Netherlands and with my contacts I had a relapse which now makes me a bit sad. It has been made clear to me once again that just good will is not enough to achieve my goals, but that I have to make sacrafices to reach them. My entire life has been a piece of cake, and being able to have Honza on my side while I lose track of everything I stand for was making that very clear to me. Why do I deserve all this, if I do not really live up to my own rules and simply waste my life away on drugs? Drugs that might give me the temorary illusion of freedom, but on the long run steal my energy and make me inferior to what I can be.
1200KM don't pass by like that, so Honza and me had a lot of time to talk and think about the journey ahead of us. I started to think about all the nice moment I had with Pieter, who was the founding father of the band that I spend many hours of my life with. Not just that, but he volunteered at everything he was part of. Always with a smile and an ear to listen to everybody that needed a little extra attention. He wouldn't judge, just listen and give his honoust opinion about it, "Live & Let Live" could aswell be his lifemotto. Besides that, he never lost track about what his actual job was and made sure that things where handeled in the right way, as people expected from him, because voluntary does not mean without obligation. Pieter, I had a drink for you in your favorite cafe, cafe de Beyerd, and it tasted more then good. Honza had a locally brewed beer and from the look in his eyes I could tell it tasted great. I will remember you for as long as I live and I'm greatfull to all the things you have thought me, and all others around you. On my way back I was thinking about Yoshi Livo, or Your Children Live On, and how I felt like everybody who attended the funeral was somehow your child, because that's howmuch love and care you gave us. Please know you will live on in all of us, or let me talk just for myself, in me.