My mother

On the 2nd of November (the day we drove back from Abruzzo), we also toasted to my mother who passed away exactly 2 years ago. How things have changed since that day! We can only imagine how happy she would have been playing with Auro, holding Zita , while eagerly waiting for the third grandchild to be born...

The photo I've posted was taken in Aarschot, in the year 2006, when my mum and I went for a bicycle ride.

My mother

Last year, on the 2nd of November, at 15:45, my mother passed away. Yesterday, we got together in my father's place and had a dinner in her honour. Today, I just feel like sharing some photos of her...

September 1971 (my mom was 21!)

In September 2006, my mother came to visit me in Japan. After having lived there for nearly 7 years, I had finally convinced her to come to my graduation ceremony. She loved absolutely everything in Japan, except the traditional Japanese breakfast. This photo was taken at the breakfast table in a temple on Mount Koya where we had spent the night.

This photo was taken after my mom's visit to Japan. Over the last years, my mother and I had made a habit out of making little daytrips to different places every time I was in Belgium. In 2006, we went to Delft in Holland.

My mother

Two days before going back to Belgium, more precisely on Monday evening, we finally did what we came here to do: we parted with the last physical remains of my mother. As she had requested more than once, we enthrusted part of her ashes to the sea in Turkey which she was so fond of. My mother, who was the reason for many more things in my life than just me coming to Turkey this time, now has a final resting place from where she can gaze at the rocky coast of Kiris and keep an eye on her apartment that had become her favourite place over the last couple of years!