This page is in loving Memory of my Mom

Here together with my Dad at the Camping in Belgium
were allmost the whole Family spent the summer weekends.
I still remember one time when we got back in the camper after a week working at home
there was a squirl inside and he lived the whole week on choclats and chips
boy was he ever glad that he could get out

Here is she visiting us when we were living in Canada.
On one of the little trips we made we were passing a Mennonite church

Don't Cry

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.


~ Robert Hepburn ~