Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments, think about them

and honour them. We view our old photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.

 

Natasja

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's just a body that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

 

And if I die, don't mourn.

I'm not really gone, you should know.

It's the nostalgia I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's the desire that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

Linda

  • Sometimes it snows in April - Prince

     

    Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war

    Just after I'd wiped away his last tear

    I guess he's better off than he was before

    A whole lot better off than the fools he left here

    I used to cry for Tracy 'cause he was my only friend

    Those kind of cars don't pass you every day

    I used to cry for Tracy 'cause I wanted to see him again

    But sometimes, sometimes life ain't always the way

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

    Sometimes I wish life was never ending

    And all good things, they say, never last

    Springtime was always my favorite time of year

    A time for lovers holding hands in the rain

    Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears

    Always cry for love, never cry for pain

    He used to say so strong, oh unafraid to die

    Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized

    No, staring at his picture I realized

    No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad

    Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending

    And all good things, they say, never last

     

    I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there

    I know that he has found another friend

    Maybe he's found the answer to all the April snow

    Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

    Sometimes I wish that life was never ending

    But all good things, they say, never last

     

    All good things they say, never last

    And love, it isn't love until it's past

Job

“We walk through the garden, he without crying, I without speech. On Walter's field he is greeted by our sparrows. I stand still and say "Tsjip”. And a smile opens in the corners of his mouth. Yes boy, from now on your name is Tsjip. You come here to relieve me from my lead role and then I can baptize you, I think. I go around with him and show him all that beauty: the sunflowers, the beans, the peas and the currants. Even the potatoes are not forgotten. His left hand is in my neck and with the other he grabs for the green, for the flowers and for my nose. When he finally grabs him, our covenant is made. Tsjip and I are sworn comrades. Together we will go through thick and thin, I lead. "

 

From: Tsjip - Willem Elsschot

Barbara

She danced her dance with love and grace.

 

Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments,

think about them and honour them. We view our old photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.

Natasja

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's just a body that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

 

And if I die, don't mourn.

I'm not really gone, you should know.

It's the nostalgia I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's the desire that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

Linda

Job

“We walk through the garden, he without crying, I without speech. On Walter's field he is greeted by our sparrows. I stand still and say "Tsjip”. And a smile opens in the corners of his mouth. Yes boy, from now on your name is Tsjip. You come here to relieve me from my lead role and then I can baptize you, I think. I go around with him and show him all that beauty: the sunflowers, the beans, the peas and the currants. Even the potatoes are not forgotten. His left hand is in my neck and with the other he grabs for the green, for the flowers and for my nose. When he finally grabs him, our covenant is made. Tsjip and I are sworn comrades. Together we will go through thick and thin, I lead. "

 

From: Tsjip - Willem Elsschot

Barbara

She danced her dance with love and grace.

Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments, think about them and honour them. We view our old

photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's just a body that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

 

And if I die, don't mourn.

I'm not really gone, you should know.

It's the nostalgia I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's the desire that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

“We walk through the garden, he without crying, I without speech. On Walter's field he is greeted by our sparrows. I stand still and say "Tsjip”. And a smile opens in the corners of his mouth. Yes boy, from now on your name is Tsjip. You come here to relieve me from my lead role and then I can baptize you, I think. I go around with him and show him all that beauty: the sunflowers, the beans, the peas and the currants. Even the potatoes are not forgotten. His left hand is in my neck and with the other he grabs for the green, for the flowers and for my nose. When he finally grabs him, our covenant is made. Tsjip and I are sworn comrades. Together we will go through thick and thin, I lead. "

 

From: Tsjip - Willem Elsschot

She danced her dance with love and grace.

Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments, think about them and

honour them. We view our old photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.

Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments, think about them and honour them. We view our old photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.

Natasja

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's just a body that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

 

And if I die, don't mourn.

I'm not really gone, you should know.

It's the nostalgia I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

And if I die, don't cry.

I'm not really dead, you should know.

It's the desire that I left behind.

I'm only dead if you've forgotten that.

 

I'm only dead if you've forgotten me.

Linda

  • Sometimes it snows in April - Prince

     

    Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war

    Just after I'd wiped away his last tear

    I guess he's better off than he was before

    A whole lot better off than the fools he left here

    I used to cry for Tracy 'cause he was my only friend

    Those kind of cars don't pass you every day

    I used to cry for Tracy 'cause I wanted to see him again

    But sometimes, sometimes life ain't always the way

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

    Sometimes I wish life was never ending

    And all good things, they say, never last

    Springtime was always my favorite time of year

    A time for lovers holding hands in the rain

    Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears

    Always cry for love, never cry for pain

    He used to say so strong, oh unafraid to die

    Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized

    No, staring at his picture I realized

    No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad

    Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending

    And all good things, they say, never last

     

    I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there

    I know that he has found another friend

    Maybe he's found the answer to all the April snow

    Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again

     

    Sometimes it snows in April

    Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

    Sometimes I wish that life was never ending

    But all good things, they say, never last

     

    All good things they say, never last

    And love, it isn't love until it's past

Job

“We walk through the garden, he without crying, I without speech. On Walter's field he is greeted by our sparrows. I stand still and say "Tsjip”. And a smile opens in the corners of his mouth. Yes boy, from now on your name is Tsjip. You come here to relieve me from my lead role and then I can baptize you, I think. I go around with him and show him all that beauty: the sunflowers, the beans, the peas and the currants. Even the potatoes are not forgotten. His left hand is in my neck and with the other he grabs for the green, for the flowers and for my nose. When he finally grabs him, our covenant is made. Tsjip and I are sworn comrades. Together we will go through thick and thin, I lead. "

 

From: Tsjip - Willem Elsschot

Barbara

She danced her dance with love and grace.

Special moments are captured by the photos in our lives. This stands to strengthen our remembrance for later, for posterity and for sharing with friends and family. We can cherish those moments, think about them and honour them. We view our old photo albums. What were we as a child, what was our family like, what memories come up with a photo? Holiday snapshots, birthdays, school photos, marriage, birth, it forms an overview of our lives. Photos connect with memories.

 

We give our own interpretation to the way in which we live on memories. The photos below bear witness to this.

Natasja, Linda, Job, Barbara, are remembered and remembered by their loved ones in their very own way.

 

When I come to you to discuss the funeral, I will invite you to shape together your own way of commemorating and remembering the deceased. In this radical period, which can be emotionally charged and confusing, I offer a space within which there is loving attention to what is at that moment: thoughts, desires, feelings, doubts or concerns.

 

Through my way of living and working, I direct outings in a way that fits in with and does justice to the lives of the deceased and the next of kin.