Thousend times thanks!

To all the followers of the blog, to anyone who has been supportive of Frank or us in the last months and especially after his untimely death we want to say thanks from the bottom of our hearts. In the week after his passing we received so much warmth, stories, care and love, hardly describable. To us it was a very precious and valuable week and it was so good to have Frank at home where so many of his friends could visit him. And all the help, stories and info shared in that week led to a beautiful goodbye ceremony on a beautiful sunny autumn day. For those of you who could not attend, or those of you who wish to reread the funeral speeches, we publice them here (in dutch and english) with some pictures in grateful memory of, and tributed to Frank.We will miss him dearly, thanks for being with him and with us, one way or another,

On behalf of my family and his closest friends, Esther

Foto's Frank

woensdag 3 augustus 2011

Kalodrama indeed.

Dinner at Kalorama is at 5, so I arrived at 5.30 to see Frank. Turned out he was still waiting for his meal. Others at the table next to him had already finished their meals but the staff seemed to be too busy to get to this table.
Frank wasn't happy. He insisted on going back to his room, but when we got there, the nurse insisted that we'd go back to the dining room. We waited until 5.55 before Frank got his dinner. I can understand why he complains about waiting, that is a ridiculously long time to put some food on a plate.

Frank's room did not improve either: his newest room mate is an old man who experiences emotional panic attacks and is annoyed by the sound of Frank's tv. So much for the private room he was promised. The situation makes me angry and Frank has his own rather direct way of expressing his anger: suggesting violent solutions to the problem. 'I'm turning to right-wing extremist' he assured me. I adviced against that, mostly because Frank would look terrible with bleached blonde hair combed backwards.
The kalodrama is appropriately dramatic today.


5 opmerkingen:

  1. i complrtrly agree. I would look horible


  2. :-)
    living in Alphen aan den Rijn, and just back from Norway, just 100 km from Oslo during the attack, the story above inspires a vision of a Frank, heavily armed in a wheelchair, getting around kalorama, shooting and mad as Jack in The Shining. "So now you want to run for me uh? Bang bang bang"...

    On second thought, I better delete this...

    Patience is the companion of wisdom. Augustine of Hippo, 354 - 430



  3. Frank, about suggesting violent solutions to the problem: you know there's no problem an AK can't solve. ;-)
    Anyway, it sucks to be in a situation like that. And it's great there are people like Rense.
    I don't know if it's feasible to drop by for a chat or a game of Memoir'44, just for distraction. Longer games are a bit problematic I guess, given the scarce private space they are allowing you. I am in the neighbourhood next Monday, probably around dinner time (the supposed dinner time that is!).



  4. This and "Mein Fürer, I can... Walk!"

    I feel sorry for the old geeser to the right. Death is iminent.