Came back late last night after being away for 8 days, a quick recap…
On Sunday eve shortly after my last blog entry I get another call that my dad has passed away at 23:15 (GMT +1). I leave the next day at 6 am by cab towards the airport and grab the first flight to Rotterdam where my brother, Eric, is waiting for me and we drive off right away towards Almelo to pick up my mom, who has already been at the care home, Eugeria, earlier that morning. The staff have left my dad as he was simply as we both come from afar, otherwise he would have been picked up by the undertakers already. We get to a room where he had been seperated from the others, we sit, talk and laugh a bit, it is an intense private moment…..
Upon looking around a bit I realise that we are in some sort of therapy room, as I “discover” all kinds of audio and lighting equipment and even luminous stars on the ceiling….quite surreal and I decide to take a shot of the room with the ppl inside it, but as “luck” would have it the damn camera fails to operate, the same story as just before x-mas…….it needs to be sent to Nik0n pronto.
My dad looks like skin on bones (65 kg for someone who is 190 cm tall) but we have some comfort simply for the fact that his suffering is over, he spent the last 16 months in a bed and could barely move, and he was ill for a full 3.5 years.
We go home in the afternoon and spend some quality time together and the undertaker Mr. Hams arrives shortly after and takes us thru procedures etc. The neighbours come round to pay their respect in the evening.
Tuesday we spent more time together and took more preparations with regards to the funeral. In the evening we have family from my mom’s side arrive and hang around for a few hours, my brother leaves that same evening, to go back to his family in Dordrecht.
Wednesday morning I see Stefan Schipper who hands me 4 boxes with negatives, and wahey I find a stack that belong to me, some great pix of Savatage (with Chris Olivia) and armored Saint (with Dave Pritchard) I will scan them in soon. After that I get on me bike and cycle of to Wierden which is 4 miles away where an old schoolmate of mine Rob Nijhuis resides, I think that the last time I spoke to him was at least 12 years ago, we spend 2.5 hrs yacking away and time sure flies when yer having fun, something that ought to be repeated for sure, besides that it is more prep. for the funeral and also see more family in the evening.
By Thursday the cards start to arrive, my mom gets flooded with respect from fam. members but also from the entire street she is living in….it is quite overwhelming to say the least. In the evening I spend some time with my dad where he has been laid to rest, they play opera music simply to drown out the humming of the refridgerated units.
In the meantime Terri has flown to Rotterdam and has been picked up by my brother and she will travel with his fam. towards Vriezenveen early Friday morning as the funeral is at half 9.

The funeral is well arranged, Mr. Hams has done an excellent job, and there are about 80 people paying their final respects and afterwards we end up going back home with relatives and spend a few hours together chatting away. Straight after that we decide to go into town with the entire family and spend some quality time together at the pizzaria :-0. I talk to Alex (10 years old) who thought it was a freaky and scary experience.
saturday we shop about a bit in Hengelo, I meet Johan Dollenkamp at Pop Eye (his record store) and hand him some Outlaws bootleg and some dvdr for Peter which contain some Van Halen vids from many moons ago.
On Sunday and Monday it is basically back to biz with regards cataloging daddy’s stuff for future ebay sales….he has simply soo much stuff and my mom wishes to downsize, can not say I blame her.
Prepping for some editorial work, a menswear shoot for a new magazine, looking forward doing some work…..bring it on…










