Wim was a family man. And he still is. His spirit shines beyond death. As much as he revered his wife Marie-Anne and his children and his grandchildren, Wim’s sense of “family” was bigger than these sixteen human beings. It included all who came his way.
I was one of those lucky ones.
You’d never forget a Wim hug. He encircled me and held me close. He laughed big. When I heard he was an engineer and built bridges, I thought of my favourite one in Ghent: the Kongostraat. I tried to convince him that he built that one. But he shyly shook his head.
Lydia had us over for dinner a couple of months ago. She presented an hors d’oeuvre that I didn’t know. It was sitting on a tiny puff pastry (or so I thought!). Turns out it was a shell, and I broke it apart with my teeth. I was laughed at … with love. Later, as plates were passed around for the main course, Wim noticed there was a chip out of my plate. “Still hungry, Bruce?” Totally Wim.
I don’t know when Wim gave this framed calligraphy to Lydia, Jo, Lore and Baziel. Perhaps he knew he was dying and wanted these words to touch their hearts. It sits in “Wim’s place” in the living room. It enters all who come close and are willing to read.
I decided to choose to focus my attention on the “beautiful” rather than the “ugly”
I decided to choose to listen to beautiful music rather than confuse my ears with anxiety-provoking news
I decided to fill my mind and my heart with gratitude for all the great opportunities that life brings me
It’s all just a matter of choice
Christophe and Wim. Perhaps they’re sharing a bottle of wine right now.
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Wim sounds like an amazing man who blessed all in his life. I love the quotation by Christophe André. How we see each other, each day, each event, and our actions decides our happiness.
Truly amazing, Lyrinda. Last night I joined Wim’s family for his Celebration of Life. Even though most of the talk was in Flemish, the air vibrated with love for him.
And Wim certainly had ears to hear Christophe.